<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943259059644718791</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:27:12.657+08:00</updated><category term='snow beer'/><category term='chinese new year reunion dinner'/><category term='chinese traditional food'/><category term='dallas asia pacific connections'/><category term='jazz'/><category term='social work'/><category term='funny'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='Enoch Fernando'/><category term='Armish'/><category term='canine'/><category term='brass keys duo'/><category term='S.U.M.O.'/><category term='white coffee'/><category term='nails'/><category term='travel'/><category term='japanese'/><category term='heartwarming'/><category term='pedicure'/><category term='chinese cookies'/><category term='Sikh'/><category term='puppies abandoned'/><category term='rubbish dumps'/><category term='concert'/><category term='YMCA'/><category term='stories'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='dance'/><category term='weddings'/><title type='text'>People who love people</title><subtitle type='html'>People; you can't live with them, you can't live without them.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenny Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943259059644718791.post-8894102293978622590</id><published>2010-05-17T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T15:24:41.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brass keys duo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dallas asia pacific connections'/><title type='text'>Brass Keys Duo &amp; Dallas Asia Pacific Connections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S_DmrEU5noI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kvTtU6mIZfI/s1600/dallas+asia+pacific+connections.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S_DmrEU5noI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kvTtU6mIZfI/s320/dallas+asia+pacific+connections.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Brass Keys Duo and Dallas Asia Pacific Connection which will feature professional music artists namely : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyrone Block - Trombone &lt;br /&gt;Joel Griffin - Saxophone &lt;br /&gt;Barry Bradley - Bass Guitar &lt;br /&gt;Joel Thomas - Piano &lt;br /&gt;Nathan Ziehm - Drums &lt;br /&gt;Amanda Lee –Piano &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brass Keys Duo (Amanda Lee and Tyrone Block) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first half of the concert will take the audiences on a musical journey that spans from the Romantic era to modern day. The pieces to be performed present an amalgamation of traditional western art forms and jazz idioms. The audience will experience the richness of jazz traditions in a classical performance setting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas Asia Pacific Connection &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second half of the concert features a jazz combo from Dallas, Texas that will fill the evening program with unforgettable mainstream jazz selections!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the advertisement handout ... to be truthful, I wasn't keen but it was a charity concert and we were given&amp;nbsp;tickets afterall.&amp;nbsp; So we went for the concert slated for 7.30pm at Syuen Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived on time, got the programme and door gifts (&lt;a href="http://www.sabahtea.com.my/index"&gt;Sabah Tea&lt;/a&gt;) and found the ball room not filled.&amp;nbsp; The concert didn't start till 8.00pm (half an hour late) and the organisers did not announce anything.&amp;nbsp; I guess they thought since it was a charity concert afterall, there was no need for efficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to be truthful, I was bored from the beginning.&amp;nbsp; The music school that was one of the sponsors, had 2 students play - an erhu and a violinist.&amp;nbsp; They were both not very good possibly because of stage fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Brass Keys Duo came on.&amp;nbsp; Before they started, Tyrone gave an introduction and said due to time constraints they would not play all the songs listed in the programme.&amp;nbsp; Well, I felt embarrassed!&amp;nbsp; Bad Malaysians late again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Maria, a friend, told us that Amanda was her college mate before she went off to US to further her studies and Maria went to UK.&amp;nbsp; Amanda is an Ipoh girl and her music teacher is the mother of HJ's nephew's teacher ... small world Ipoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Tyrone is fantastic on the thrombone though I don't appreciate jazz, and Amanda did ok herself.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately as it was purely classical, I got bored :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is until Dallas Asia Pacific Connection came on.&amp;nbsp; Joel gave the introduction this time, and mentioned that US invented jazz.&amp;nbsp; They played songs that were not in the list either but they were good.&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed some of the songs but some not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you can't deny their skill and passion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 encores after that too, by which time we finished at almost 11pm....talk about time constraints!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943259059644718791-8894102293978622590?l=peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8894102293978622590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5943259059644718791&amp;postID=8894102293978622590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/8894102293978622590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/8894102293978622590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/2010/05/brass-keys-duo-dallas-asia-pacific.html' title='Brass Keys Duo &amp; Dallas Asia Pacific Connections'/><author><name>Jenny Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S_DmrEU5noI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kvTtU6mIZfI/s72-c/dallas+asia+pacific+connections.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943259059644718791.post-3583363321682013442</id><published>2010-04-06T21:16:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:20:38.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chinese in Town</title><content type='html'>In Indonesia,&amp;nbsp;the people call themselves&amp;nbsp;Indonesians; in US, Americans; in UK, British; in Australia, Australians.&amp;nbsp; Yet in this country Malaysia, most people call themselves by their race; Malays, Indians, Chinese etc.&amp;nbsp; Or sometimes, Malaysian Chinese.&amp;nbsp; They call themselves Malaysians&amp;nbsp;most times&amp;nbsp;when they have to fill in forms that request for 'country of origin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why am I bringing this up?&amp;nbsp; Just to explain that here the title refers to the Chinese in China :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Chinese ladies are allegedly notorious for breaking up families here, for being GROs, for being grasping - any man who would provide them a better life than back in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, when we ran short of Indonesian maids, it was suggested that Chinese maids be brought in for several rather valid reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;they spoke the local Chinese dialect&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the food was somewhat similar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they didh't cost as much as maids from other countries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;HOWEVER, the Malaysian Chinese ladies begged to defer for fear of losing their husbands.&amp;nbsp; And so the matter was shelved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress though - my reason for this post is to talk about a Chinese lady that I met while walking Bernie in the field.&amp;nbsp; I had seen her a couple of times with her baby and another lady, but had not spoken to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approached her once when she was alone with her baby and started chatting.&amp;nbsp; To my chagrin, she spoke in Mandarin, (I didn't know she was from China then) a language I had less than a smattering of :(&amp;nbsp; We managed though with signs and a bit of Cantonese that the lady understood.&amp;nbsp; If I didn't understand her I just nodded like a wise sage LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had thought she was married to a Malaysian and took her baby for an evening stroll as most mothers I see in the neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL however had something else to say from the gossip she garnered.&amp;nbsp; A lady told her the Chinese lived right next door to her and she wanted to move away because of the myriad number of cars with strange men dropping by, the noise, the loud chatter ... and MIL added have you ever seen her husband with her?&amp;nbsp; and don't tell her where you stay ... (Come to think of it, I very rarely see husbands out for evening stroll with wife and baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added that since the lady is so upset with the Chinese, why move out why not call the police?&amp;nbsp; To which she replied these poor people come all the way to make a living,&amp;nbsp; how can you report them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-date I am still wonderng what to make&amp;nbsp;of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943259059644718791-3583363321682013442?l=peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3583363321682013442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5943259059644718791&amp;postID=3583363321682013442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/3583363321682013442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/3583363321682013442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/2010/04/chinese-in-town.html' title='The Chinese in Town'/><author><name>Jenny Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943259059644718791.post-3818786857673103353</id><published>2010-04-01T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T10:38:11.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All things Canine</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;From an email:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WHY GOD MADE PETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They help out around the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P60e0JIXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fmrTqgKaunY/s1600/why+god+made+pets1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P60e0JIXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fmrTqgKaunY/s200/why+god+made+pets1.bmp" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They protect our children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P6-H0fQxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rlUCE_2BiGU/s1600/why+god+made+pets2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P6-H0fQxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rlUCE_2BiGU/s200/why+god+made+pets2.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look out for the smaller ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P8Sk9YRfI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2W9dZz838dE/s1600/why+god+made+pets3.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="152" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P8Sk9YRfI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2W9dZz838dE/s200/why+god+made+pets3.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They show us how to relax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P8pb90kqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LvbAogesHDk/s1600/why+god+made+pets5.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P8pb90kqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LvbAogesHDk/s200/why+god+made+pets5.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They 'converse' with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P8yL4MwMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bubRso2R9iE/s1600/why+god+made+pets6.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P8yL4MwMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bubRso2R9iE/s200/why+god+made+pets6.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They help you when you're down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P85s0FhTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/71A49uhGg9s/s1600/why+god+made+pets7.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P85s0FhTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/71A49uhGg9s/s200/why+god+made+pets7.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are great at decorating for the Holidays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P9AkcPcoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ttPA1m4InPs/s1600/why+god+made+pets8.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P9AkcPcoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ttPA1m4InPs/s200/why+god+made+pets8.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have 'great' expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P9JECYm2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/7FNqbC-LnP0/s1600/why+god+made+pets9.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P9JECYm2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/7FNqbC-LnP0/s200/why+god+made+pets9.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love their 'teddies'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P9RbY7_SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7R9c3Re39LY/s1600/why+god+made+pets11.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P9RbY7_SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7R9c3Re39LY/s200/why+god+made+pets11.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know who's 'BOSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P9gLmCzsI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CIEQXiLrNRc/s1600/why+god+made+pets12.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="134" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P9gLmCzsI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CIEQXiLrNRc/s200/why+god+made+pets12.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND - They know when we need a good LAUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P9tWx-TBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WJrM_mW5df8/s200/why+god+made+pets12.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943259059644718791-3818786857673103353?l=peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3818786857673103353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5943259059644718791&amp;postID=3818786857673103353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/3818786857673103353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/3818786857673103353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-things-canine_01.html' title='All things Canine'/><author><name>Jenny Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P60e0JIXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fmrTqgKaunY/s72-c/why+god+made+pets1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943259059644718791.post-6928134803621985576</id><published>2010-04-01T13:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T10:41:30.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All things Canine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From an email:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The photographer did a great job of matching up the kids and dogs. This is absolutely adorable!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A friend is someone we turn to when our spirits need a lift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P1kZzMc-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kOMia13cKKY/s1600/Matchkids1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P1kZzMc-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kOMia13cKKY/s200/Matchkids1.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A friend is someone we treasure for our friendship is a gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P2LN20_rI/AAAAAAAAAFY/p7N4q7hyXkw/s200/Matchkids2.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A friend is someone who fills our lives with beauty, joy, and grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P2XVD-kNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/z3unv5O-jbM/s1600/Matchkids3.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P2XVD-kNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/z3unv5O-jbM/s200/Matchkids3.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And makes the world we live in a better and happier place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P2h2zOy8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/0wjZG1PhoQg/s1600/Matchkids4.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P2h2zOy8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/0wjZG1PhoQg/s200/Matchkids4.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There is a miracle called friendship, that dwells in the heart. You do not know how it happens or when it gets it's start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P2u_e7DEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4g8w4lgT70o/s1600/Matchkids5.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P2u_e7DEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4g8w4lgT70o/s200/Matchkids5.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But you know the special lift it always brings.&amp;nbsp; You realize that friendship is the world's most precious gift!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P3Tdf9RGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9njAa10PWFo/s200/Matchkids6.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943259059644718791-6928134803621985576?l=peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6928134803621985576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5943259059644718791&amp;postID=6928134803621985576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/6928134803621985576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/6928134803621985576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-things-canine.html' title='All things Canine'/><author><name>Jenny Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7P1kZzMc-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kOMia13cKKY/s72-c/Matchkids1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943259059644718791.post-4589624088748046581</id><published>2010-03-31T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T18:36:00.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartwarming'/><title type='text'>All things Canine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All things &lt;span&gt;Canine would be a section in my blog where I will upload&amp;nbsp;stuff&amp;nbsp;about canines&amp;nbsp;that I receive by email or others. The article will be accompanied by its source. I hope that this section will be a place&amp;nbsp;canine lovers will enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the 1st story that I received via email: (you could call it a feel good story too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUCKY DOG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7AeJLdTSQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6GPlDn5eDAk/s1600/Lucky+Dog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453892291789015298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7AeJLdTSQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6GPlDn5eDAk/s320/Lucky+Dog.bmp" style="cursor: hand; height: 205px; width: 205px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary and her husband Jim had a dog named 'Lucky.' Lucky was a real character. Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy. Inevitably, someone would forget and something would come up missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7Aejeh2S6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/rWeJIRK3vtw/s1600/Lucky+Dog1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453892743584959394" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7Aejeh2S6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/rWeJIRK3vtw/s320/Lucky+Dog1.bmp" style="cursor: hand; height: 213px; width: 284px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary or Jim would go to Lucky's toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky's other favorite toys Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die of this disease......in fact; she was just sure it was fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders. The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky. A thought struck her....what would happen to Lucky? Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary's dog through and through. If I die, Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won't understand that I didn't want to leave him! The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks. Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital. When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps to her bedroom. Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn't come to her when she called. It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mary woke for a second she couldn't understand what was wrong. She couldn't move her head and her body felt heavy and hot. But panic soon gave way to laughter when Mary realized the problem. She was covered, literally blanketed, with every treasure Lucky owned! While she had slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement bringing his beloved mistress all his favorite things in life.&lt;br /&gt;He had covered her with his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary forgot about dying. Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every day. It's been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free. 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She comes prepared with her camera though too shy to bring it out till I asked if she would like to take a picture of the table groaning with food that MIl had prepared a few days before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were the traditional dishes like &lt;a href="http://www.mymalaysiabooks.com/recipe/myHomerecipe.htm"&gt;jui hu char&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.visitpenang.gov.my/portal3/where-to-eat/helen-ong/lor-bak.html"&gt;lor bak&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nyonyachef.info/2009/04/too-tor-tng-pig-stomach-soup-this-is.html"&gt;pig stomach soup&lt;/a&gt; (picture at top left) and blanched white chicken among others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MIL's style of cooking is typically Nyonya - Nyonya refers to the women who were descended from the early Chinese settlers in Malaysia. Many Chinese men married the locals which resulted in a culture that was a mix of Malay and Chinese. Though the Nyonya's cultural practices and spoken dialect differ from that of Chinese, the Nyonyas are classified as Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nyonyas are also referred to as Peranakans or Baba and Nyonya where Baba refers to the male descendant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a sumptious dinner, the cookies were brought out, the traditional one being &lt;a href="http://mymalaysiabooks.com/food/content/view/75/30/"&gt;kueh kapit&lt;/a&gt;; as well as the ever famous pomelo best from Ipoh (!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7AY7V4RrAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cmgS-nmV3xk/s1600/200px-Whole_pomelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453886556510202882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7AY7V4RrAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cmgS-nmV3xk/s320/200px-Whole_pomelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7AY0zOrsHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/708sjqF8xpE/s1600/200px-Pomelo_peeled_sectioned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453886444129726578" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7AY0zOrsHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/708sjqF8xpE/s320/200px-Pomelo_peeled_sectioned.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family and Ta-San and Chi-San relaxed in the house chatting and nibbling on the food. the couple also brought some gifts for the children and gave ang-pows too! &lt;a href="http://www.fengshuiweb.co.uk/advice/angpow.htm"&gt;Ang-pows&lt;/a&gt; are red packets in which money is inserted and given as a good luck wish to children during CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chi-San also showed us pictures of her taken during a dance competition in Japan. She wore a very pretty white gown patterned with crystals. She is into ballroom dancing as much as Ta-San is into golfing! Though when she is in Malaysia, she golfs everyday too but misses her dancing because she loves the food in Malaysia very much :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Now that she is back in Japan she is practising for yet another dance competiton. All the very best Chi-San!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943259059644718791-2728332567267745234?l=peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2728332567267745234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5943259059644718791&amp;postID=2728332567267745234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/2728332567267745234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/2728332567267745234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/japanese-couple-in-town.html' title='A Japanese Couple in Town'/><author><name>Jenny Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S7AEbCNsvgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BEZtO1jKqgE/s72-c/pigstomachsoup' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943259059644718791.post-1435582406135107872</id><published>2010-01-26T22:00:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:04:10.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enoch Fernando'/><title type='text'>A Japanese Couple in Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S6lv4zgM9NI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kj-YTKeP-5U/s1600-h/enoch+fernando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452011845597328594" style="WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S6lv4zgM9NI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kj-YTKeP-5U/s320/enoch+fernando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Enoch Fernando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta-San and Chi-San are back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with them this time at a concert by Dr Enoch Fernando a pianist who was nominated for 2 Grammy Awards. You can find out more about him &lt;a href="http://www.enochmusic.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; as well as listen to some of his music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr Enoch plays really well and I enjoyed the concert very much. Had thought it might be boring as in classical piano concerts but I was quite wrong. Dr Enoch played Carpenter songs, hymns, 'You are not alone' by Michael Jackson and 'You lift me up' by Josh Groban among others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was born in Chennai, India and at the age of 5 his family moved to California. His mother insisted that each child should learn to play an instrument and Enoch took up accordian lessons but switched to the piano in his teens. (He said the accordian was bigger than he was!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after the concert we took Ta-San and Chi-san for supper in Ipoh old town where they served the best beer in town called 'snow beer'. The coffee shop freezes the beer (Calsberg) at a certain temperature for a certain time (secret recipie!) and the glass mug as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And out comes a beer with a very unique and refreshing taste - so I was told by them and HJ since I don't touch beer. To get more information on the shop (picture at bottom) and the beer go to this &lt;a href="http://ipohwav3.wordpress.com/2007/10/26/kafe-yoon-wah-jalan-bijih-timah-ipoh-old-town/"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S6lwvlJW4lI/AAAAAAAAACA/fsRzKPyEZcA/s1600-h/P1030328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452012786636218962" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S6lwvlJW4lI/AAAAAAAAACA/fsRzKPyEZcA/s200/P1030328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943259059644718791-1435582406135107872?l=peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1435582406135107872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5943259059644718791&amp;postID=1435582406135107872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/1435582406135107872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/1435582406135107872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/2010/01/japanese-couple-in-town.html' title='A Japanese Couple in Town'/><author><name>Jenny Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/S6lv4zgM9NI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kj-YTKeP-5U/s72-c/enoch+fernando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943259059644718791.post-9020469696197659866</id><published>2009-06-29T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:28:00.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YMCA'/><title type='text'>A Japanese Couple in Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ta-San and Chi-San were back again in Ipoh early this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time besides the golfing, we "stumbled" on an Indian colleague's wedding at the YMCA.  We were there to find a dance class for Chi-San.  She attends ballroom dances in Tokyo and wanted to continue here as it was a form of exercise for her.  She is so into dance that she attends the International Dance Competitions when they are held in Tokyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Chi-San was excited about the wedding because she was interested in the culture here.  We managed to take a photo with the happy bride and groom.  Plus Chi-San got the contact for the dance class so she was especially happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that same night we took them to try our famous white coffee, this time in another part of town.  They preferred the this shop.  The shopkeeper also introduced to us their new product - a 3-in-1 packet you that you make yourself at home.  Then because they were foreigners they gave a 500gm packet of the coffee (a smart entrepreneur if you ask me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then &lt;/em&gt;it happened that HJ's cousin was getting married in Penang just a couple of days before Chi-San left for Japan.  They were happy to be invited and the 1st thing Chi-San asked was what to wear.  Being Japanese, she had gone to Jusco (a Japanese owned store) and later to a boutique I recommended her.  All in all I think she bought 3 suits of clothes before she finally settled on one. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was fascinated by the wedding dinner at the G Hotel in Penang, by the clothes the bride wore and how pretty the bride was.  She was also touched by the warmth by which she was received.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning after the dinner, we went for the tea ceremony at the home of the groom's parents.  There was the usual refreshments laid out but we had a lllooonngggg wait because the groom was stuck in the jam in the Penang Bridge!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would have been real boring if Chi-San and I hadn't started chatting and exchanging our 'life stories' as Ta-San said.  So I got to know Chi-San better and like her all the more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta-San and Chi-San will be back again this July 2009.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943259059644718791-9020469696197659866?l=peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/9020469696197659866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5943259059644718791&amp;postID=9020469696197659866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/9020469696197659866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/9020469696197659866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/2009/06/japanese-couple-in-town.html' title='A Japanese Couple in Town'/><author><name>Jenny Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943259059644718791.post-2187726619981595671</id><published>2009-06-29T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:59:00.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Armish'/><title type='text'>Armish, the boy next door</title><content type='html'>Armish is now almost 2 years old. He speaks a smattering of English and fluent Punjabi. He has grown to be a handsome little boy, with twinkling mischevious eyes and an outgoing nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves playing with Bernie and climbs on a chair that he drags to the 5 foot wall separating our houses. If I am there he will call out 'bring ball!' with outstretched arms and an eager look on his face. If I say 'no' he will reply with a sulky 'bring lah...!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernie loves to play with him by jumping up and touching him with her wet nose and Armish would scream and ask for more. But put the 2 of them together and Armish will irritate Bernie enough for her to give a warning growl or run under the car and hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Armish still lives with his grandparents while his parents work out of town. They return ever so often and bring him gifts but nothing is like staying with your parents however much your grandparents may love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armish is a strong willed boy; unfortunately that will is not properly moulded to be an asset - instead when he does not get his way, he yells and screams and push and hit.....and the grandparents shake their head and give in with narry a reprimand....it is so sad to see that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943259059644718791-2187726619981595671?l=peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2187726619981595671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5943259059644718791&amp;postID=2187726619981595671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/2187726619981595671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/2187726619981595671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/2009/06/armish-boy-next-door.html' title='Armish, the boy next door'/><author><name>Jenny Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943259059644718791.post-6361739052317111194</id><published>2009-06-29T21:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:49:49.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedicure'/><title type='text'>Pedicures &amp; Artwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/Skg-G5CuzeI/AAAAAAAAABg/_9IU0_tODUs/s1600-h/nails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352596445242248674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/Skg-G5CuzeI/AAAAAAAAABg/_9IU0_tODUs/s320/nails.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It all started when Kim wanted to get her toe nails painted and Delia and I came along for the ride. Both of us had never done it before and I was curious to experience a pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind I thought that would be my first and last. BTW the picture on the left is my &lt;em&gt;third&lt;/em&gt; so ... you guess right LOL. Delia and I got hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first was done in a place called 'Kuku Spa' which sounds kinda well.... kuku in Malay means nails but kuku in Chinese means something else....(you know, the member that some women say some men use to &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; with ;) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943259059644718791-6361739052317111194?l=peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6361739052317111194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5943259059644718791&amp;postID=6361739052317111194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/6361739052317111194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/6361739052317111194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/2009/06/pedicures-artwork.html' title='Pedicures &amp; Artwork'/><author><name>Jenny Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/Skg-G5CuzeI/AAAAAAAAABg/_9IU0_tODUs/s72-c/nails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943259059644718791.post-3670217621163221418</id><published>2008-07-30T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:49:57.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>A Japanese Couple in Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HJ and buddy were golfing at Meru when they met up with Taka San who was golfing alone. So they invited him to join them and the rest is history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taka San is a retired journalist who had worked in London for 4 years and therefore spoke pretty good english. His wife Iche San, also retired, worked as an Administrative staff in a English language school. Taka San spends the summer and winter months out of Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They were in Penang when they found out about Meru Valley Golf Resort and booked 2 months stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HJ invited them both for another round of golf at Clearwater - he found that they were a very friendly and nice couple and wanted to extend the Malaysian hospitality to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It then lead to dinner with a group of friends, one of whom had a Japanese wife. We felt it would be nice for them to meet up with a Japanese who had lived in Malaysia for 7 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As it turned out they enjoyed the company and food tremendously and kept saying thank you to HJ. We even had sake courtesy of Jeremy. After dinner we took them for a short tour of the town (the only place they had been was to Jusco via the resort shuttle) and they liked the colonial buildings in old town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like Iche San very much, she is very warm, friendly and approachable. When we dropped them off at their apartment we hugged each other and they promised that they will definitely come back to Ipoh again. They also invited us to stay with them in Tokyo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943259059644718791-3670217621163221418?l=peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3670217621163221418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5943259059644718791&amp;postID=3670217621163221418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/3670217621163221418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/3670217621163221418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/2008/07/japanese-couple-in-town.html' title='A Japanese Couple in Town'/><author><name>Jenny Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943259059644718791.post-3217620533850558583</id><published>2008-07-18T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:00:03.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubbish dumps'/><title type='text'>What a funk - Rubbish Dumps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People indiscriminately dump all kinds of rubbish in an area near my house.  Its an eye sore, a pong, a funk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The council had cleared this area twice and put up a sign that says "No Dumping.  Fine - RM500". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?  A couple of days later that sign gets knocked down, rubbish continues to pile till that sign is buried. "There!  I can dump rubbish here now there's no sign that says I can't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't as if the rubbish truck doesn't ply this housing area, people are "house proud" and don't want a rubbish bin decorating their back porch.  People think a rubbish bin is too expensive, why buy one when there is a "free" area for throwing their rubbish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People clear their beautiful gardens and throw the branches and leaves in that area - they drag those branches through the street and leave them there.  Its too much work to cut up the branches and bag them for the rubbish man.  So long as my garden is well kept, I don't care what happens around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caterer throws the styrofoam plates, plastic forks and spoons and they spill all over - they don't even bother to bag them.  What for?  After all the dogs will scavenge, break the bags and scather them all over.  Might as well save a plastic bag and do my bit for environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tenants of a nearby house bag their household rubbish, walk to the dump area, leave it there and walk away trying to look angelic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some car passes by, slows down and a bag is thrown out.  Quick!  Check it out! Someone might have committed a murder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone bought a new sofa and left the old one there.  Or, rather it could be the furniture guy who agreed to get rid of the old sofa for you! Someone comes along and guts that old sofa taking whatever can be recycled to make some money.  Hei, why don't you just take the whole sofa with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone else comes along, pokes in the rubbish and carts off some scrap metal.  We should thank these people for getting rid of some of the rubbish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durian shells and seeds in some bags - the remnants of someone's delicious, finger licking good, 'Taste like heaven, smells like hell' heavenly meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I called the enforcement council and was told how they nabbed some people who threw things out of their apartment to land &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; either &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on someone's head or car or laundry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enforcement said; "we will post someone there to fine these people and teach them a lesson".  Several days later, the rubbish was cleared but far as I could tell no one was fined or caught. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead people started merrily decorating that rubbish area again with the unwanted trappings of their lifestyle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a funk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943259059644718791-3217620533850558583?l=peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3217620533850558583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5943259059644718791&amp;postID=3217620533850558583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/3217620533850558583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/3217620533850558583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-funk-rubbish-dumps.html' title='What a funk - Rubbish Dumps'/><author><name>Jenny Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943259059644718791.post-2503624621686536148</id><published>2008-07-17T15:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:32:31.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies abandoned'/><title type='text'>What a Funk - Abandoned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="byline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The New York TImes - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"On Language, Funkmanship"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By WILLIAM SAFIRE  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Published: October 22, 1995&lt;br /&gt;(http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9806E2D81139F931A15753C1A963958260&amp;amp;sec=&amp;amp;spon=&amp;amp;pagewanted=1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extract:&lt;br /&gt;"A funk, noun, has a couple of other senses not connected to the smell of tobacco. One is "fear, panic": Grose noted in 1785, "I was in a cursed funk." In his 1856 novel, "Tom Brown's School Days," Thomas Hughes gave the word its color: "If I was going to be flogged next minute, I should be in a blue funk." Another, related meaning is "black mood, depression." ... Other meanings abound -- the Historical Dictionary of American Slang notes "to flinch," "to back down" and "to fizzle" -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;but "to be in a funk" usually means to be very gloomy, kicking the cat and muttering oaths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;Puppies, kittens....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of my regular walk routes with Bernie, I came across 3 white and black spotted female puppies.  They were huddled together behind a lamp post among some bushes.  Two of them were brave enough to bark when we passed by; otherwise they looked as lost as they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ex-owner of these puppies should be shot, quartered and dumped for what they did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for not spaying the mother of the puppies in the first place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for not finding a home for the puppies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for dumping the puppies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for not being responsible pet owners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I only know for sure the familiar scenario of abandoned puppies in this neighbourhood or any neighbourhood for that matter.  The puppies grow up on scraps provided by some kind person or scavenge in the rubbish dumps.  They somehow survive.  They get old enough to be in heat, the male dogs gather around and the nights get noisy with their howls and fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The puppies get pregnant; if they are 'lucky' their puppies get born; if not, someone calls the dog shooter and they are cruelly destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a funk indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once many years ago, an animal lover tried to lobby for animal laws/rights in this country.  There has been no news since then. And with the rising costs of living....you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I rescued an abandoned puppy and took it to the vet who eventually found a home for him.  I was happy with what I did.  I would love to do it again with these 3 puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what did I do instead?  I avoided this familiar route.......I couldn't bear to see those puppies because I can't do anything for them this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am in a funk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943259059644718791-2503624621686536148?l=peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2503624621686536148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5943259059644718791&amp;postID=2503624621686536148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/2503624621686536148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/2503624621686536148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-funk-abandoned.html' title='What a Funk - Abandoned'/><author><name>Jenny Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943259059644718791.post-6506736494623900927</id><published>2008-06-30T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:33:27.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Botched Spay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Bernie had an ultrasound scan done today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;She was spayed at 8 months and now 3 years later she is on heat. Needless to say I was upset. The so called vet who spayed her was no longer in Ipoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So I went to her current vet, Dr Teoh a very nice and competent vet. He confirmed that Bernie was indeed on heat. However we had no way of knowing what the 'vet' did on her unless an ultrasound scan was done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The scan showed that Bernie's uterus and ovary was removed but 1 ovary remained. That explained her being on heat. And it left me in a dilemma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I didn't want her to have to go through that operation again. But I also get upset when dogs come to the house! So .... what to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm still thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;BTW what made me more upset was finding out that the so called vet was not a vet at all. This Inidan man was hired by the 'real' Chinese vet at his vet shop to help because the Chinese vet was busy with his 'other' business!!! This industry needs to be regulated in this country!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943259059644718791-6506736494623900927?l=peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6506736494623900927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5943259059644718791&amp;postID=6506736494623900927' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/6506736494623900927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/6506736494623900927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/2008/06/botched-spay.html' title='A Botched Spay'/><author><name>Jenny Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943259059644718791.post-815152883427879760</id><published>2008-05-25T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T17:18:27.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>What is a Widget?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A widget is group of programming code that can be installed and executed within any separate HTML&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-based web page by you without requiring additional action on your part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An example is Google Adsense that you put in the page elements in the Google blog template.  You just need to put it in the page element and its done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Widgets make it very easy for people who are not programmers to come up with blogs that are peppered with all sorts of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943259059644718791-815152883427879760?l=peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/815152883427879760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5943259059644718791&amp;postID=815152883427879760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/815152883427879760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/815152883427879760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-widget.html' title='What is a Widget?'/><author><name>Jenny Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943259059644718791.post-6542849676506447741</id><published>2008-05-24T10:47:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T12:41:01.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>What are News Aggregators?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/SDeTEoH9a9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/VghS5VwkD94/s1600-h/feeds.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203789602149460946" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/SDeTEoH9a9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/VghS5VwkD94/s320/feeds.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the left side of my blog are links to news aggregators. I would like to explain what news aggregators are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/SDeQXoH9a8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/PM5hsKCh7X0/s1600-h/feeds.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To make it simple, I have condensed from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aggregator"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; information about aggregators: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aggregators reduce the time and effort needed to regularly check websites for updates, creating a unique information space or "personal newspaper."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The software applications used for aggregators are RSS readers, feed readers, feed aggregators, news readers or search aggregators&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RSS is a family of Web feed formats used to publish frequently updated content such as blog entries, news headlines, and podcasts in a standardized format&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A feed is frequently updated content published by a website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Malaysia News Aggregator in my blog is just a name I put to describe Virtual Malaysia Content Syndication's website. In there are links that allow you to read feeds using RSS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the bottom of my blog too is a link that allows you to subscribe to my blog so that when I update my blog, you will be notified. The link looks like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Subscribe to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;POSTS (ATOM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you click on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;POSTS (ATOM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; you will then be taken to a page where you click Subscribe to this feed (please refer to picture at top). After that it will open a new window and then you click Subscribe again. The feed is then automatically added to your browser's Favourites / Bookmarks and your computer will check online for updates even when your browser is not open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also in Virtual Malaysia Content Syndication's website are instructions on how you can get and use an RSS reader. I have extracted the instructions from them for your easy reading:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RSS Feeds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RSS feeds bring automatically updated information straight to your desktop. You can monitor Virtual Malaysia news, destination, event and latest travel packages.&lt;br /&gt;More and more sites offer feeds, which you can identify by a small button that says either RSS or XML. However, if you click one of these links, you will most likely get a page full of code in your browser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To properly read the feed, you need an RSS reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how to get and use one;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Websites summarize content in RSS feed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Visitors download RSS readers (aka news aggregator). There are generally two different types of RSS readers. The first kind of feed reader is a self-contained programme, the second kind of feed reader use a web browser. Many of the programmes are free, but generally those that have a small fee are more&lt;br /&gt;robust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Visitors select the content and summaries they wish to view in a news aggregator or RSS reader. (News aggregator and RSS reader are essentially interchangeable). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Content is added to the newsreader by entering the URL or web address. Sites that have an RSS feed available typically have an orange RSS or XML graphic. Clicking on the graphic will provide the URL of the feed. Some RSS readers will auto-detect an XML file on a site indicating that a feed is available. (Assistance for those wanting to subscribe to RSS feeds) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Each time the feed is updated the content being viewed in the RSS reader indicates that there is new content. This insures that the customer has current information related to the topics they choose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Professionals estimate that RSS will soon rival e-mail’s popularity as a content delivery method&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope that this blog is helpful. If you need further help, please post a comment and I will help in whatever way I can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943259059644718791-6542849676506447741?l=peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6542849676506447741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5943259059644718791&amp;postID=6542849676506447741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/6542849676506447741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/6542849676506447741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-are-news-aggregators.html' title='What are News Aggregators?'/><author><name>Jenny Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/SDeTEoH9a9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/VghS5VwkD94/s72-c/feeds.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943259059644718791.post-8412200648886112477</id><published>2008-05-24T09:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T10:43:13.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social work'/><title type='text'>Henkel SilverNight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/SDdsKoH9a7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/dBXAZzDHP9o/s1600-h/IMAGE_056.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203746824275192754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/SDdsKoH9a7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/dBXAZzDHP9o/s320/IMAGE_056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Henkel held their 25th Anniversary dinner at Syuen Hotel on 23rd May 2008. HJ and I were invited as guests of New Horizons Special Children Centre, Ipoh. HJ is the auditor for New Horizons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Henkel (M) Sdn Bhd is a company that produces electronic adhesives. Its parent company is in Germany. As part of their corporate social responsibilities, Henkel donates to societies and schools for children in need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New Horizon is one of the societies. The other societies at the dinner were Hannah Home, Precious Gift Home, Pertubuhan Jagaan Kanak2 Cacat (disabled) and Pusat Jagaan Anak Yatim dan Miskin Nurul Aman (orphans and the poor).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New Horizons Society is a non-profit organisation which encourages and promotes the involvement of the Ipoh community towards the education and welfare of people with learning disabilities. It has been running an Early Intervention Centre since 1995. They provide an educational programme (EIP) for pre-school children and babies with development delays, learning difficulties or mental handicaps. They are run by Michelle and George.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.budimas.org.my/Html/budiHomes2.html"&gt;Hannah Home&lt;/a&gt; was founded by Pastor Carol Cheng Penner and her Canadian husband. It was established on 7th June 2001. They house orphaned, abandoned and autistic children as well as homeless elderly ladies and single parents. Hannah Home is also adopted by the &lt;a href="http://www.budimas.org.my/html/budiAbout.html"&gt;Budimas Charitable Foundation &lt;/a&gt;whose primary mission is to support projects that promote the welfare and well being of underprivileged children in Malaysia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The children performed a dance at the dinner which was quite good! I tried to take a video of it but unfortunately the stage was too brightly lit for my handphone camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was unable to search for any details on the other homes, unfortunately, so I will not be able to list any information on them here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I was in a mall in Kuala Lumpur I was approached by a kindly elderly gentleman who was collecting pledges for Budimas. I was interested to contribute a one time donation but that option was not available. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Later I recalled a controversial article in the Star about fund raising companies that NGOs subscribe to. It appears that the fund raising company takes about 50% of the funds raised for their overheads leaving the balance for the NGOs. There were some objections by the public regarding this and it cast a negative light on charities. However the NGOs rebutted that they used fund raising companies for their expertise; to get a steady flow of funds as well as to leave the NGO staff to do their job of caring for their charges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For me, I think I will donate directly to the home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943259059644718791-8412200648886112477?l=peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8412200648886112477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5943259059644718791&amp;postID=8412200648886112477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/8412200648886112477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/8412200648886112477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/2008/05/henkel-silvernight.html' title='Henkel SilverNight'/><author><name>Jenny Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/SDdsKoH9a7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/dBXAZzDHP9o/s72-c/IMAGE_056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943259059644718791.post-4293648306533269995</id><published>2008-05-20T15:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T14:44:34.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><title type='text'>3 weddings in 2 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/SDKJj4JS6RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RQBpVMU7Ao8/s1600-h/IMAGE_055.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/SDKJB4JS6QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QTGx0i7qcnA/s1600-h/IMAGE_055.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202371184910592258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/SDKJB4JS6QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QTGx0i7qcnA/s320/IMAGE_055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over a Sunday and Monday, I attended 3 weddings - 2 sikh and 1 indian. I did not attend the wedding ceremony (which would have been an eye opener and which I heard from friends who have is very time consuming and full of tradition) but I attended the lunch and dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first was in a small village in Tronoh Mines about 45 mins drive from Ipoh. The ceremony was held in a Sikh Temple, after which the bride and groom had a photo session before the bride returned to her home alone for the lunch. (To find out more about sikh weddings and why the bride returned to her home alone; please go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//weddings.iloveindia.com/indian-weddings/sikh-wedding.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lunch was buffet style with 3 types of vegetables, briyani rice and a dry curry chicken. Here is a clip of the people queuing up for lunch with loud bhangra music in the backgroud: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fcddceac36fd88ad" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfcddceac36fd88ad%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331433340%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D214320030B47DD83A59CEDE38892B0946E8C73C7.398F8C1BEA60BC1F2D9047E2C66C6944AFD44F66%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfcddceac36fd88ad%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmqxKtfMF022h8m1US2kYEd7-ZA4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfcddceac36fd88ad%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331433340%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D214320030B47DD83A59CEDE38892B0946E8C73C7.398F8C1BEA60BC1F2D9047E2C66C6944AFD44F66%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfcddceac36fd88ad%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmqxKtfMF022h8m1US2kYEd7-ZA4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw something very interesting which I hadn't seen in many years a bed of the type in picture above. It is very cooling and nice to sleep on; probably an antique now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next wedding I attended was a Sikh wedding dinner on the same day. This was held in a club hall which can hold about 100 tables of 10 people each. Unfortunately, even that hall was not able to hold all the people who came. Those who came late had to stand and wait. The bridal couple came in very fasionably late; and dinner started 1.5 hours after the time shown on the invitation card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a rather modern Sikh wedding dinner with a powerpoint presentation of the events of the day and a bollywood dance troop from Kuala Lumpur. Dinner was served that the table; there was curry mutton, chicken and different types of vegetables served with rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The day after was an Indian wedding dinner held at a community hall and orchestrated to the minute. In contrast to the sikh wedding dinner, the bridal couple arrived on time and everything went smoothly according to the agenda that was placed on each table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dinner was buffet style with a rather long queue as there were many gate crashers (2 wedding invitations were issued - one for the wedding ceremony; the other for the dinner. Unfortunately those invited for the ceremony only tagged along for the dinner... lol rather comical for me but not for the host!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was plain rice, briyani rice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=jD4o_Lmy6bU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chapati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.top-indian-recipes.com/indian-breads-rotis.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tosei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; fried chicken, curry mutton, all sorts of vegetables and a stall dishing out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ais_kacang"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ice kacang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The couple sat in a separate area from the guests with an ornamental tent over them. During the dinner, guests walked up to greet the couple and were given a sweet in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All in all the weddings were rather interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943259059644718791-4293648306533269995?l=peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4293648306533269995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5943259059644718791&amp;postID=4293648306533269995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/4293648306533269995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/4293648306533269995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-weddings-in-2-days.html' title='3 weddings in 2 days'/><author><name>Jenny Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpqdxshLA-s/SDKJB4JS6QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QTGx0i7qcnA/s72-c/IMAGE_055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943259059644718791.post-4559063524519831471</id><published>2008-04-27T17:40:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:56:54.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S.U.M.O.'/><title type='text'>S.U.M.O. Seminar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paul McGee - The SUMO Guy - gave a seminar on 26 April 2008 at Canning Garden Methodist Church. Paul is an award winning author, international speaker, audio program presenter, motivational speaker, relationship expert and the creator of SUMO according to the brochure I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me go for that seminar was the title of one of his books - 'How to handle not strangle difficult people!' - because I had problems with that sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at that seminar I learnt quite a bit. Paul proved to be good at presenting his ideas, besides being comical at the same time. Paul started with what SUMO meant - Shut Up, Move On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It meant to let go whatever it was bugging us so that we could move on with our life or we would be stuck at that point and not be able to enjoy our lives to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;E+R = O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E = event; R = response and O = outcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An event would be something that happens to you like perhaps a fire gutted your house. The outcome would be you lose your house and all your belongings; which is disastrous. However your &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;response &lt;/span&gt;while it will NOT change the outcome, will &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;influence &lt;/span&gt;it in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul shared 4 SUMO principles on how to &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;respond&lt;/span&gt; so that outcomes are influenced positively:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A. Develop "fruity" thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;The T.E.A.R. Method&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T = thinking, E = emotions, A = actions and R = results.&lt;br /&gt;The person we talk to the most is ourself. Our thinking affects our emotions which leads to actions and produces results; in other words &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Thinking affects how I feel, what I do and the results that I will get in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL of us are MAD - making a difference - no matter how small that difference may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul cited the example of a training he conducted for the employees of a company. A receptionist said that she would make no difference because she was only a part-timer; however she was wrong because she was the 1st contact with a customer whether or not she was a part-timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Develop "fruity" thinking rather than faulty thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Faulty Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Inner Critic - would be your inner voice bashing yourself up each time you made a mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Broken Record - would be going through that mistake over and over again and telling people about it all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Martyr Syndrome - would be saying that you are the victim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trivial pursuits - in other words making a mountain out of a mole hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If we raised our left hand with fist clenched, and put our right hand over the clenced fist; it would figuratively "draw" the brain.&lt;br /&gt;The left arm represent the primitive brain; the fist the emotional brain and the right hand, the rational brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The primitive brain is made up of:&lt;br /&gt;a. fight or flee in dangerous situations&lt;br /&gt;b. need for food&lt;br /&gt;c. need for sex&lt;br /&gt;these are unconscious, natural human responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emotional brain controls our emotions, while the rational brain is what makes us think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we react using our primitive and emotional brain rather than our rational brain. Whether we use our primitive/emotional brain or our rational brain has a direct influence on the outcome of situations we are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;"STRESS MAKES US STUPID" &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;because we are not using our rational brain. So we need to take a time out to get back into rational mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;B. Hippo Time is OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paul's rephrased 'time out' as 'hippo time' referring to the hippopotamus where the hippo wallows in the mud to keep cool. So it is OK for us to wallow when we are down BUT it is only temporarily so that we can MOVE ON. It is also the time to relax and play and to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C. Remember the Beach Ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A beach ball has many strips of colour on it - a person looking from one end will see different colours from another person looking at the other end. We see things with different perspectives. To have a good relationship we need to ask the following questions -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1 - what is going on in their world at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Question 2 - what is important to them at this time?&lt;br /&gt;Question 3 - do you listen to understand or listen to defend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Listen to understand is NOT = listen to agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Question 4 - have you clearly communicated your perspective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;D. Cape Diem - Seize the Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Paul ended the seminar with the words 'cape diem' which is latin for 'seize the day'. He ended with the note that when the opportunity is available for us, we should take it and not have faulty thinking to stop us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are interested to know more about Paul and his SUMO concept please click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesumoguy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Of course what I have blogged is only the 'tip of the iceberg' - you need to listen to Paul to get the full benefit of S.U.M.O.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943259059644718791-4559063524519831471?l=peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4559063524519831471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5943259059644718791&amp;postID=4559063524519831471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/4559063524519831471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/4559063524519831471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/2008/04/sumo-seminar.html' title='S.U.M.O. Seminar'/><author><name>Jenny Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943259059644718791.post-3861155260096026910</id><published>2008-04-20T12:03:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:24:26.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sikh'/><title type='text'>Armish the little boy next door</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Armish is 2.5 years old. He lives with his grandparents, uncle and Mano the cat. His parents are working in Kuala Lumpur and visit as often as they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time that I have had Sikhs for neighbours (not counting Armish's grand uncle who stayed next door earlier). Armish's grandpa Mr Mohinder, is a kindly and very helpful gentleman who always says that neighbours are his best friends. He is always ready to help; like looking after my dog Bernie when we are away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armish is a precocious little boy; very intelligent, the apple of his grandparents' eye though he drives them crazy with his antics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armish loves animals and rough houses with Mano the cat even though Mano hisses back sometimes! The other day, Armish decided to follow Mano under the car...while Mano exited the other side of the car; Armish stayed stuck and yelled his lungs out for grandma. Poor grandma was at her wits end, Armish kept crying and refused to come out so grandma had to pull him out by his legs......and poor Armish got small scratch on his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was non the worse though, because later in the day he was telling me all about it in his baby language...car, car, car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armish is helping me know more about the Sikhs and their traditions, like when I asked his grandparents why Armish's eyes were smeared with something that looks like mascara. Armish makes me curious to know more because he is so different from children of my own race (Malaysian Chinese).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when an article entitled 'Which Indians' came out on The Star, I found it very interesting and informative. Below is the article in full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;StarMag Sunday April 20, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Which Indians?&lt;br /&gt;By MARTIN VENGADESAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To non-Indians, there are just Indians. Ask an ‘Indian’ what he is, though, and he would say he’s a Malayalee, or a Telegu, or any one of the other language-specific communities, of which there is a bewilderingly large number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A YOUNG Sikh man and a young Ceylonese woman fell in love. They courted secretly for years until they finally decided that they wished to marry. The nervous couple parted to return home and break the news to their respective families, and were greeted, amidst much gnashing of teeth and pulling of hair, by the identical chastisement: “Why lah you have to go and marry an Indian!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that particular little nugget may be an urban legend, but there is some validity to the assertion that many of the different Indian communities view themselves as having a separate identity of their own that should be recognised by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This view is held not just in India, which is home to many of the world’s religions and boasts more than 20 official languages, but also all over the world where there are Indian communities, including in Malaysia where Indians are a significant minority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely that view is justified, for after all, who in his right mind expects homogeneity in a region of nearly 1.5 billion people (if you factor in Pakistan, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka, and Nepal)?&lt;br /&gt;But as Indians move away from traditions (some of which, some might argue, are poisonous ones) like the caste system and arranged marriages, just how much of the Indian sub-continent’s rich and varied history is being lost to current generations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two recent developments brought this question to the fore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was a faux pas committed by newly elected Perak Mentri Besar Mohammad Nizar Jamaluddin who last Sunday mistakenly referred to the Sikh community as Bengali, when indeed the community has its roots in Punjab (see map, right).&lt;br /&gt;Another was the almost bewildering confluence of religious festivals that occurred over the last two weeks – Vaisakhi, Poila Boishakh, Ugadi, Vishu, and the Tamil New Year also coincided with Thailand’s Songkran festival and other regional celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Punjabi/Bengali difference&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I attempted a thorough investigation into this vast realm, I soon became overwhelmed by the sheer diversity of the various Indic peoples (generally divided into the northern Indo-Aryan and southern Dravidian groups).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I learnt that there are Punjabis who don’t practice Sikhism but who come from the same geographical region and speak the same language as the Sikhs. These Punjabis are Hindus, so one cannot factually say that to be Punjabi and to be Sikh are synonymous. And there are Punjabis who are Muslim and Christian, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia Hindu Sangam president Datuk A. Vaithilingam explains that confusion over the specific race, religion, and language of the various Indian communities is nothing new, and that the Punjabi/Bengali error is a particularly common one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Many Malaysians make that mistake. This has been an error that dates back to the British colonial era when many Sikhs were brought to Malaya.&lt;br /&gt;“Through some form of miscommunication, perhaps because the Sikhs came through the Bengali port of Calcutta, this incorrect title has continued to be applied.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A variety of responses to the issue have emerged.&lt;br /&gt;Khalsa Dharmic Jatha Gurdwara vice-president Baljit Singh was very displeased: “That utterance (by the MB) has made the Sikhs a laughing stock of other communities,” he was quoted as saying in The Star on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Sarjit S. Gill, Universiti Putra Malaysia’s professor of Social Anthropology, adopts an altogether different stance, though: “I view the MB’s statement as a blessing in disguise because I welcome the debate. I don’t think we should blame him. Firstly, we should blame ourselves, especially the Sikh organisations and gurdwaras (temples) in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;“I have attended many seminars and programmes conducted by Sikhs in Malaysia where non-Sikhs are not invited to join in simply because we do not want ‘others’ to know our problems. So how can we get upset if we are a closed community and other groups don’t understand us well enough?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, network engineer Nirmal Singh feels that our nation’s political leaders should make more of an effort to understand the various communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am used to this sort of ignorance, but while I have seen it among children and young adults, I didn’t expect a political leader to make such a gaffe. There is a huge difference between Punjabis and Bengalis.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nirmal Singh does admit, however, that he himself is not very well-versed in the differences between other Indian communities such as the Tamils, Malayalees, Telugus, etc: “I suppose because we have a different religion we expect others to understand the differences.” (Tamils, Malayalees, and Telugus are usually Hindus.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The same, yet different?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such confusion is probably aided and abetted by the plethora of Indian festivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hindu Sangam’s Vaithilingam explains that festivals are one of the best examples of both the commonalities and differences between Indian communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Many regions of India have their own unique festivals, although often they might be linked. Telugus celebrate Ugadi according to the lunar calendar whereas Tamils follow the solar calendar. Songkran and many similar festivals in Cambodia, Laos, and Sri Lanka occur at around the same time because they followed the Singhalese New Year (which is based on the lunar calendar).”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Krishanan Maniam, an associate professor in Universiti Malaya’s (UM) Department of Indian Studies, explains that the community’s representation in Malaysia differs vastly from that in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s true that Indians in Malaysia come from various parts of India but a vast majority of them are from the south of India, (the state of) Tamil Nadu specifically. You also have significant numbers of Telegus, Malayalees, Kannadas, and so on.” (See map for where these people come from within India.)&lt;br /&gt;Because, historically, Tamils formed a majority among Malaysian Indians, they soon became linguistically dominant among the South Indian communities: “Even though (the south Indians) brought many languages to the country, in Malaysia, Tamil became the lingua franca among the South Indians. This meant that Telegu-speaking families, for example, eventually became more fluent in Tamil!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof N. Kanthasamy, who is also with UM’s Indian Studies Department, feels that while the differences between the various Indian communities should be studied and appreciated, they should not be over-emphasised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think in a modern, progressive Malaysia we should try to overcome our differences and think of ourselves as Malaysians first. If we harp on these traditional factors too much we are back to square one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still he does concede that the study of Indian history reveals many fascinating common points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you look at history, you will see why the differences can be confusing. In India itself, during the Chola dynasty, which lasted many centuries (from the 9th to 12th centuries), the whole of Southern India was under one rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“During this time, the Tamil language became dominant, and it is the root language from which the other South Indian languages sprang.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, there are even a few Tamil words like kapal (ship), tali (string), and raja (king) that have influenced the Malay language!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Since that time,” explains Prof Kanthasamy, “there have been numerous separations and unifications of (states in) southern India, and it was only as recently as the 1950s that Madras State became split along the lines of language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“From that, you had the emergence of the Telugu-, Kannada-, and Malayalee-speaking states (Andhra Pradesh, Karnataka, and Kerala, respectively).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When people from these peoples came to Malaysia in large waves under the British, these groups were all classified as Indian, without much distinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from sheer numbers, another reason that Tamils and their language may seem dominant in Malaysia is that the Telegu, Malayalee, and Punjabi language schools that existed up until the late 1970s eventually closed down, Prof Kanthasamy explains.&lt;br /&gt;“These communities scattered, and there wasn’t enough enrolment in their schools, whereas the Tamils have had the numbers to keep their schools going.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maintaining identities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr S. Kumaran, another Indian Studies department expert, feels that the “dilution” of tradition is inevitable&lt;br /&gt;“Unlike Indians from India, Malaysian Indians are not always well-schooled in tradition. In most cases, we cannot identify each other’s community visually, and so we rely on language, and even that can be mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And let’s not forget that even at home, many Indians choose to speak English over their mother tongue.&lt;br /&gt;“Still, to those who do follow tradition, there are true differences, especially in India. Each community will very often have its unique traditional clothing, ways of preparing food, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Malayalees, for example, might tie their saris differently, cook certain dishes unique to their community, and celebrate, say, Onam, but, again, some of these traditions don’t survive very strongly in modern Malaysia.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even names don’t necessarily offer much of a clue about a person’s roots anymore: “In Malaysia we have left behind the culture of using clan names like Rao and Naidu for Telegus, and Nair and Menon for Malayalees,” explains Dr Krishanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Malaysia’s Indian society moves away from traditionalist mores that still hold sway in parts of India, we can expect a further blurring of communal lines, says Prof Kanthasamy.&lt;br /&gt;“Intermarriage across communities is another factor that is breaking down such barriers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“While you do have certain staunch traditionalists, many Indians are marrying outside their community and, often, outside their race,” he says.&lt;br /&gt;“Arranged marriages are on the way out, and people tend to chose their own partners, perhaps based on educational and economic background more than race, language or even religion.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why then is there a need to focus on what makes us culturally unique? That there is some need is underlined by the irate mail that is quick to arrive at The Star whenever someone from outside the communities makes a mistake and glosses everyone with the same “Indian” brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Economic factors might be a reason that communities in Malaysia might still want to emphasise their differences,” muses Prof Kanthasamy.&lt;br /&gt;“For example, while many Indian Tamils originally came here in the late 19th century and first half of the 20th century as indentured labourers, the Malayalees and Ceylonese Tamils were brought in to perform more ‘educated’, white collar jobs, such as clerical work. “Thus, there may be a desire to maintain that socio-economic distinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nowadays, as the communities become more prosperous, they may also feel more confident about exploring and safe-guarding their roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I believe even Astro has played a part in arousing interest as it offers programmes for Telegu and Malayalee speakers.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Festive fervour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE are hundreds of festivals celebrated throughout the sub-continent. These are some that Malaysians might be familiar with, as South Asian communities living in this country mark them. Dates indicated are for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ponggal – Tamil harvest festival (Jan 14) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thaipusam – South Indian festival honouring Lord Muruga (Jan 23) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Holi – North Indian “festival of colours” celebrating the first full moon of spring (March 22)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gudi Padwa – Maharashtrian New Year (April 6) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ugadi – Telugu and Kannada New Year (April 7) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Puthandu – Tamil New Year (April 13) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vaisakhi – Commemorates both the establishment of the Khalsa (collective body of Sikhs baptised by Guru Gobind Singh in 1699) and the harvest festival (April 14) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Poila Boishakh – Bengali New Year (April 14) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vishu – Malayalee New Year (April 14) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Onam – Malayalee harvest festival (Sept 12) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Navaratri – Nine-day festival commemorating goddess Durga (Sept 29) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deepavali – Festival of Lights (Oct 28)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943259059644718791-3861155260096026910?l=peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3861155260096026910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5943259059644718791&amp;postID=3861155260096026910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/3861155260096026910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/3861155260096026910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/2008/04/armish-little-boy-next-door.html' title='Armish the little boy next door'/><author><name>Jenny Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943259059644718791.post-5456112748552978692</id><published>2008-04-15T21:33:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:50:31.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Planning a Swiss Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Contents&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The flights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The airports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Travelling in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Switzerland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Accomodation in Switerzerland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Places we visited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#006600;" &gt;The flights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would call my travel agent to find me the best prices on flights. (Helena is a really good agent - very patient and resourceful. She works with First Travel, Ipoh. If you would like her services, drop me an email).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short of it is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Etihad (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="a"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.&lt;b&gt;etihad&lt;/b&gt;airways.com) official airways of United Arab Emirates had the cheapest fare BUT it had a transit time of about 13 hours in Abu Dhabi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="a"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Qatar Airways (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="a"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.&lt;b&gt;qatarairways&lt;/b&gt;.com) was the next choice - transit time of 2 hours in Doha slightly more expensive than Etihad but worth the time saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="a"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MAS (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="a"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.&lt;b&gt;malaysiaairlines&lt;/b&gt;.com) was the most pricey at about RM5,000 return but it was a direct flight and therefore took up the least time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We decided on Qatar Airways as the most cost effective. The food was good and the service excellent. The crew is an international crew; I learnt from an air stewardess that Qatar women are not allowed to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Airports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KLIA (Kuala Lumpur International Airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is a huge airport with many duty free outlets and as many gates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: if you transit at Doha, you may not bring in any wine or alcohol. We thought the ban was because Doha was a muslim city but we were proved wrong when we arrived in Doha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doha International Airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small airport, still using shuttle buses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only 1 duty free shop but a very popular one doing brisk business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They sold liquor and, we found at much cheaper prices than at KLIA what with the lower exchange rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Geneva International Airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A small airport though a busy one due to Geneva's unique status since the United Nations is located there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't buy anything in their duty free shop unless you have a higher exchange rate to the Swiss Franc (CHF). Though the CHF had a lower exchange rate compared to the EURO, the standard of living is high in Switzerland. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Travelling in Switzerland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To get a head start on where to go and what to do, I would start by searching a tour agent's website for their itinerary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then I would Google the country's official tourism website and read up more on what I have garnered from the itinerary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The best way to travel in Switzerland is using their public transport. Switzerland has the densest public transport in the world and their precision is well known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Switzerland's &lt;a href="http://www.swisstravelsystem.com/"&gt;travel system&lt;/a&gt; has many products depending on your needs. We chose the &lt;a href="http://www.swisstravelsystem.com/produkttexte.php?passid=1"&gt;Swiss Pass&lt;/a&gt; as we would be travelling most of the time. The Pass has a discount if 2 or more people are travelling together. It provides unlimited travel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;on train, bus and boat with free entry to 400 museums. For prices check out the link above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our experience on the &lt;a href="http://http//www.swisstravelsystem.ch/GoldenPass_Line.29.0.html?&amp;amp;L=2"&gt;GoldenPass Line&lt;/a&gt; was a surprise as they gave away CHF10 vouchers just because the trip was delayed by 15 minutes. The voucher is exchangeable against selected GoldenPass Line services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Accomodation in Switerzerland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Accomodation in Switzerland is expensive. In Tasch, a town just 10 minutes by train to Zermatt at the foothills of the famous Matterhorn; a small room with ensuite shower cost CHF140 per night per room (peak period) with breakfast. Breakfast was a simple affair; bread, cheese and cereals. We used &lt;a href="http://www.activehotels.com/"&gt;Active Hotels&lt;/a&gt; to book the room - payment was made at the hotel not at the time of booking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Places we visited &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943259059644718791-5456112748552978692?l=peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5456112748552978692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5943259059644718791&amp;postID=5456112748552978692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/5456112748552978692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943259059644718791/posts/default/5456112748552978692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplewholovepeople.blogspot.com/2008/04/swiss-vacation.html' title='Planning a Swiss Vacation'/><author><name>Jenny Yap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
