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Where are you, Nelson?

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In life, everything is temporary. Nothing is permanent. Like it or not, nothing last forever.

When we first saw Nelson, he was just another malnourished kitten. He was smaller in size and underweight compared to his two brothers, Pussy and Kiddy.

So, we took him in as well. Gave him plenty of cat food, tender love, and a shelter. In return, he gave us a lot of laughter and fond memories.

We uses to tease him – he had squint eyes, his mouth was sharper and the color on his feet and hands were unevenly distributed, like someone wearing a shorter sock on one feet and a longer one on the other.

But Nelson was a good cat. He was always so humble, grateful and well-behaved. And he seldom meowed unless necessary – while he was being bathed or when loud noises like firecrackers being let off petrified him. The only sound that ever came out from his mouth was a soft “Ekk” to announce he is home after a day out playing in the neighborhood.

While his brothers would bring the kitchen’s roof down with their loud purring when I was preparing their food, Nelson would sit quietly by a corner to watch and wait patiently for his share.

Nelson was adored and loved by the whole family and even by some neighbors.

One of them told me Nelson was a lucky cat – he was being feed by three families including mine. With so much to eat now, little wonder this fella thrived beautifully. He grew up to be a handsome and sturdy cat.

When Nelson did not come home on the first night, it did not faze us because he was the sort of “Huckleberry Finn” type of cat – always playing outside and will only come home to eat or sleep. Very independent.

On the second day, we became worried. Marcus started looking everywhere for him but there were no sign of our beloved cat.

Today is the third day Nelson was missing from home. We searched high and low since early this morning; we had combed the whole neighborhood. We asked around but no one had seen him. He just simply disappeared without a trace.

I know. I know. He was just a cat that eat, play and sleep, you might say.

But to us, he was more than that. He was part of the family.

We love him through and through. We misses him terribly. I was in tears as I am writing this.

We misses the way he loves to throw himself down at our feet and roll his body with hands and feet facing the sky. That was his way to show his affection for us.

Come back quick, Nelson, and make us laugh again, that is, if you are still in this world.

Come home to our embrace, little darling. We have plenty of cat food waiting for you to devour and tons of love to shower on you, and hugs too.

But if your life has ended, may you be born into a better realm.

As a handsome man, perhaps?

That would bring some comfort to our aching heart…….

It’s a good month!

Today, at Readings @ Seksan Gallery in Bangsar, I meet an array of interesting readers.

Amir Muhammad is a publisher, Dr. Saradha Narayanan is a practicing medical doctor, Professor Dr. Patrice Boursier from France is a lecturer in a local university and finally, Alois Leinweber from Germany is a writer. They all bought my book. I hope they will find much joy reading the diary of a girl growing up in a tin-mining town decades ago…

Thank you folks, for your strong support!

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Meanwhile at D7 The Refinery last week, these two ladies Andrine Yip and Lilian Chow also bought my book. Thank you, ladies and thank you, July!

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This tragedy came too soon before we can even digest the first one (MH370).

To those abroad the ill-fated MH17, you’re in our thoughts and prayers……

 

From Dr Anthony Pun
Chinese Community Council of Australia

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Chinese Community Council of Australia Media Release 18 July 2014

The tragic news came through this morning (18 July 2014), on SKY and CNN TV news that Malaysian Airline flight MH17 had crashed in Ukraine with 295 passengers including 27 Australians aboard.

The loss of all passengers on MH370 seemed not so long ago and now another tragic loss of 295 lives on MH17 seems so impossible and yet it happened.  On behalf of the Council, we express our deepest condolences to the families in Australia, Netherlands, Malaysia, and other countries, who have lost their loved ones on flight MH17.

It is hope that the authorities in Australia, Malaysia, Holland together with Europe, America and particularly the UN, meet together to gather more accurate information about the crash and through their efforts, make the world a safer place to fly.

Dr Anthony Pun, OAM

President

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A touching story featured in yesterday’s Oriental Daily (a Chinese language newspaper, 不知妈妈去世 “孝顺”猫肉留母自己啃土 ) once again proved that filial piety is not only practice by human beings but by some animals too. In this case, the “good son” was a kitten.

This stray kitten was spotted by some rescue workers wandering along an alley in South Korea. They followed it back to its mother who was lying motionless in a corner. Unaware that its mother had died, the hungry kitten survived by eating mud and twigs and also, drinking water from a puddle nearby.

But what moved the rescue workers to tears was when they saw the hungry kitten carrying a little piece of meat in its mouth back to where its dead mother laid and placed it near her mouth, hoping that she would wake up and eat it.

According to South Korea’s SBS television program which aired a video clip featuring this filial kitten, some plastic bags were found in the mother’s belly. These items were thought to have killed her because she could not digest them. Most probably  people tossed food to her together with the plastic bags. She was too hungry and ate the plastic bags too since they contained the smell and flavor of the food.

But all well ends well – the filial kitten was quickly taken up for adoption. The knowledge that it has found a roof over its head, food and love will bring smiles to those who loves animals.

小猫咪不断舔妈咪,希望妈咪醒来。

饿了就啃树枝吞泥土。

好不容易发现了肉,小猫却不吃。

小猫把发现的肉放到妈妈嘴边。

经过数次的失败后,节目小组终于将小猫带了出来。

小猫咪接受检查,医生发现它的肚子里竟有大量石头和泥土。

小猫咪和妈咪见最后一面,它立刻爬到妈咪身边,不愿离开。

【国际】不知妈妈去世 “孝顺”猫肉留母自己啃土

韩国SBS电视台的节目《动物农场》日前播出一场救援动物的行动,意外发现一只“孝顺”的小猫,这只小猫一直死守着妈妈的原因,让不少在电视机前面的观众纷纷感动落泪。

节目中显示,小猫因不知母亲已经过世,仍然守在它身边,如果小猫肚子饿了就吃树枝和吞土,渴了就喝地上的积水。但当小猫发现了一块肉却不吃,反而是马上叼着肉离开,并带回带回妈妈嘴边,不断地舔妈咪希望它张开眼睛进食。

救援人员把小猫救出后,经检查发现猫妈妈的腹中有许多塑胶袋,怀疑是误食后无法消化,导致死亡。目前,小猫已经被人收养。

Source from:  https://www.facebook.com/OrientalDailyNewsMalaysia/posts/740708432656713

Guess who I met ?

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June is an interesting month for me. I got to meet readers from all walks of life buying my book at D7, The Refinery, when they went there for a cooking demonstration, art jam or simply to have a cup of coffee.

At a nyonya cooking demonstration in mid June, among the interesting personalities I met was Judy Lam whose family used to own Hotel Lok Ann in Kuala Lumpur’s Chinatown. We all knew this famous hotel had been sealed off to make way for the MRT project. Her family is still fighting to keep this piece of heritage. Let’s hope in the end, common sense will prevail.

Another interesting reader I met that morning was Lee Mun Woh who resembled one of my former school teacher. He was a very friendly and humorous person and yes, very generous too – he gave me a big note and said smilingly, keep the change!

The following week, I met Chan Sook Mun from Ipoh. She was in Kuala Lumpur to attend a seminar and was at D7 to have coffee. How glad she was to meet another person from Ipoh and writing about her hometown too, so Sook Mun grabbed a copy of my book without hesitation.  My next reader is also from Ipoh. Hoe Yeegn Lougn’s grandfather owes the famous and familiar Nam Fong Piano along Brewster Road and he got a copy for his beloved grandfather who is still in Ipoh.

Esther Siew is a friendly and supportive lady. A mother with three beautiful daughters, she was from Petaling Jaya and was very glad she came to D7 and saw my book. It didn’t take much persuasion to have this delightful lady purchased a copy to read together with her equally enthusiastic daughters.

Omar Zaini is an architect who came with his elderly mother to draw and paint. She used to be an art teacher and she could still paint very well despite her advanced aged and failing eyesight. Zaini bought a copy for his mother as a gift.

I caught Abigail who was on the way to have her coffee and guess what, she instantly picked up a copy. She told me she loves reading English books, especially those by local writers. From her face, I could see she was very happy with the book in her hand.

Today, I met another lady who loves to read. Rachel is a mother from Johore and she was very much into reading English books too. She read mostly books by writers from India and told me, “Wow, I love your book! I must have a copy straight away. Please don’t forget to let me know when your second book is out. Give me a call or notify me.”

Then the  most dramatic moment came. Zung Heng, the international award-winning Malaysian photographer and his friend, Angelld Quah, walked past on their way to have their coffee. They were very interested in my book and yes, they bought a copy too!

I guess coming out to meet my readers personally is most rewarding and satisfying….. I got to meet interesting people from all walks of life besides telling them more about my book.

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Written and contributed

by IpohBornKid

Preface: Following the nostalgic stories “Awesome Playground Equipment found in Ipoh ACS 1953, Anyone for Konkey and The Game of Marbles as Played in Ipoh and Surrounds c1950s” which appeared in IpohWorld, this article, “Bat and Ball games Menglembu style”, is the 4th in the series in regard to the games played around Ipoh and Surrounds.

Preface: Following the nostalgic stories “Awesome Playground Equipment found in Ipoh ACS 1953, Anyone for Konkey and The Game of Marbles as Played in Ipoh and Surrounds c1950s” which appeared in IpohWorld, this article, “Bat and Ball games Menglembu style”, is the 4th in the series in regard to the games played around Ipoh and Surrounds.

In 1950s, Menglembu was blessed with 2 large patches of green within the town centre. Patch A (see picture) was a green park with swings bounded by the old railway road (now Jalan Lee Ming Hin), the back end of the terrace houses in Main Road (now Jalan Lahat), the mysterious house & hidden temple, the Lee Wan Sang house, the toddy shop & public toilet. Patch A has a softer and moist surface. Patch B (see picture) was a vacant lot bounded by the old bicycle repair shop, No 61 Main Road, the mysterious house with a long brick wall, previously a soya sauce manufacturing place, and the Main Road. A satellite map of these two patches are shown above. Parch B is a grassed area with harder and drier surface. Bat ball games can be played on the two green patches but Patch A was more suitable for soccer games. Today, Parch B no longer exists and is occupied a row of terrace houses.

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In all the bat and ball games described here, the bat is made from rubber wood and used tennis ball is used.

The first bat ball game, called BG1, was an adaption of the American baseball game. The players were divided into two teams of nearly equal capabilities and even distribution of age in the teams. Normally, a minimum of 4 players were required. On the field, 4 bricks were placed on the ground forming the corners of a diamond shape. The home brick (see illustration above) and brick No 2 faced each other whilst brick 1 and brick 3 facing each other. The toss of a coin was used to choose the batting and bowling sides. Once chosen, the batsman stayed behind the home brick, the bowler behind the brick No 2 and his team mates (fielders) were scattered all over the field behind the bricks No 1, 2 and 3..

The direction of the run for the batsman is counter-clockwise, starting with the brick No 1, Brick No 2 and Brick No 3 and finally the home brick. The game began when the batting team sent out the first batsman and the bowler team sent out its bowler. The bowler is usually the strongest of their players and sometimes they did switch bowlers during the game. The batting team took turns to become batsman and they position themselves just in front of the home brick.

The bowler faced the batsman. He “chucked” the ball in a similar fashion as the baseball bowler would but never a gentlemanly fashion as the cricket player. The aim of the batsman was to hit the bowler’s body (if it did, the bowler is out) or the home brick, and the batsman job was to defend his body and home brick with a bat fashioned generally from a piece of rubber tree fire wood, shaped like a cricket bat but flat. A baseball bat was never used. The batsman could also “whack” the ball in the air. If the ball was caught in the air, the batsman was called out.

The batsman hits the ball and he dropped his bat on the ground. As the ball was up in the air, the batsman would attempt to circle as many bricks as possible (making sure he was on the left side of every brick). Meanwhile, the fielders was attempting to retrieve the ball as fast as possible and return it to the bowler who would attempt to use the ball to hit the body of the batsman. Alternatively, the bowler can hit any brick whilst the batsman is running. If successful, the batsman is out. Otherwise, depending on the risk of being hit by the returning ball, the batsman had a choice of stopping at a brick and putting his foot on it. Whilst his foot is on the brick, he could not be called out even if the ball hit him. There was no referee in these games and at times, controversial decisions taken can cause the game to be abandoned. When a batsman returned behind his home brick, the team score one point. In summary, a batsman could be called out when his ball was caught by a fielder in the air, being hit by a ball whilst running in between bricks or the (another variation), the ball hit the brick before he could reached it with his foot.

When a batsman has to stop to rest his foot on brick 1, 2 or 3, another batsman comes out to bat. As the ball is hit, both of them will try to retain to the home brick. Each batsman returns score a point. Both batsman can be a body target also and if they get hit whist running, they are considered out.

When all the batsman were declared out, the team changes side and the game continues. The team with the highest score was the winner. This was an example of a team effort game played by the children of Menglembu. The game was usually played when the sun is not high in the sky or a cloudy day. The game cost nothing to play.

The second bat and ball game (BG2) is more individualistic and could allow some bullying to take place when confronted with physically strong built bowler. Each player would chose a position in the field by dropping his stone (half-brick size) on the ground and putting one foot on it. A minimum of 5 players were required for a good game and sometimes more than 10 players participated. One player was chosen to be the bowler and he had no home stone. His job was to take a batsman out and occupy his/her home stone.

In the beginning of the game, the bowler toss the ball high up in the air and any batsman can “whack” the ball away from his home stone, whether the ball was still up in the air or on the ground. The bowler would be looking at the batsman on the field and would attempt to occupy a stone if it was not guarded by the foot of a player. Since each batsman could whack the ball with his rubber wood bat, it was rather dangerous to retrieve the ball with your bare hands. You could get whacked with the bat. It would be better to occupy the “whackers” stone rather than to challenge his bat with your hands!

One the ball is safely retrieved by the bowler, he could be standing in a position surrounded by batsman. He would then choose the weakest batsman, and chuck the ball at him whilst the chosen batsman would protect his turf by attempting to whack the ball to away from him. The batsman is out when the ball hit his body, or when the ball is caught in the air by the bowler or his home stone was occupied by the bowler. It was quite a frightening experience for a physically small built batsman when facing a physically big bowler. Of course it hurts when the ball hits your body at close range. Hence bullying little ones did took place. But, one can take revenge, by targeting the bully, and in this case, it was a satisfaction that you can still whack the bully even though you could not cause too much pain. The old principle for a fearless victim was this: “if I could not win the fight, the least I could do, was to bleed all over him!”.

In retrospect, this game was quite rough and despite that, girls were also allowed to play. Nevertheless, it was fun!

Written and contributed

by IpohBornKid