Monthly Archives: November 2014

time after time

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Though miles may lie between us, we are never apart,

For friendship doesn’t count miles, it’s measured by the heart…

I’ve just about settled down into my dull gloomy winter routine when a ray of bright brilliant sunshine suddenly hit me. Yes, my two close friends visited me again, they both came around last year on separate occasions for work. This time however they’re on holiday, their youngest sister also tagged along. My close friends are sisters, they are only a year apart in age. I first befriended N (the older sister), when we were at boarding school together during our teenage years. I then met her younger sister, T, when I visited their family home in the east coast of Malaysia. Over the years N and I remained close, and when we all started our working life in the capital of Malaysia, we lived in the same house. N’s younger sister, T, lived with us too, along with a couple more of our boarding school friends. Since then we were inseparable. We’re like a little family. We shared both the good times and the bad times. We were there for each other until I left for England. I felt sad to leave them, but such is life, forever changing. I looked forward but they stayed in my heart…

A year later, all 3 of us got married around the same time. And the rest is history as they say. As the quote above rightly says, we’re never apart. Our hearts are still connected, we never miss an opportunity to meet up with one another. T has 3 children, I adore them as much as both N and T adore mine. It was good for our children to meet up again. I feel truly blessed to know these 2 special women and their loving family; it’s been 3 decades and I feel closer to them than ever. Thank you so much N and T for your beautiful friendship, I cannot express how dear you both mean to me. I pray our friendship last both in this world and the next. N asked expectantly whether I would blog about them again, of course I would. Thank you for the joy and laughter you brought to my home and my family over the past couple of days, the sweet memories shall warm the rest of our winter. May we meet again soon, God Willing! I dedicate my all time favourite song to both N and T; and to the rest of my ex-TKC friends who have sent their love and regards through N. I love you all for always. In my heart and in my eyes, we are still as we were at 16! Let’s walk down memory lane with Cyndi Lauper…  ❤

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N, me, and N’s sister T; we’ve known each other since the 80s, now we’re in our mid-40s!

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sunshine in my garden; N, me and T with their youngest sister (purple) and T’s daughter

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friends forever, celebrating 3 decades of friendship!

If you’re lost, you can look and you will find me, time after time…

fabulous totnes

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Always maintain a kind of summer, even in the middle of winter.

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

Summer always ends with good memories…

I was going through my summer holiday pictures and realised there’s quite a bit I haven’t blogged about. This is a good time I suppose, as we head further into dull gloomy winter. We took the children to South Devon again (after our Scotland trip) last August, we stayed at the same caravan holiday park. This time however we explored other areas near the English Riviera, including this historic place called Totnes. It’s a very beautiful old English town, full of quaint little shops. There’s lots of health stores too, much to my hubby’s delight! He even made another trip there before we headed home. There was also this costumes museum which my children really loved. The town has a bohemian feel to it; dads with braided hair, moms with colourful flowy skirts, walking around happily with their carefree children, all barefooted!

Well, I’ve put together some pictures from our trip below, I hope you will like them. I’ve also included a song at the end to match my mood, as I sometimes do. This time around it’s an upbeat Malay number from a romantic Malay TV drama I’ve watched online recently, Cinta Jangan Pergi. This 26 episode drama was screened in Malaysia early last year, but as usual I only caught up with the Malaysian scene much later! I give this drama my two thumbs up; certainly one of the best I’ve watched of late. Superb in every way, with a happy ending too. There ought to be a rainbow after the rain after all, right? Okay folks, till next time, take care yeah, and always find a reason to smile! 🙂

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Welcome to Totnes

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let’s explore the costumes museum first

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Jane Austen period costumes

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so lovely

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gorgeous

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lil ones wanna dress up too

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my youngest

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my Eliza Doolittle

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let’s explore further

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beautiful shops

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my son’s favourite

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my hubby’s choice

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shall we pop in?

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hmm, what’s not made in China these days?

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This one made in England for sure

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let’s find the castle now

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It’s this way Abang

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got side tracked by a lovely cottage

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Totnes Castle

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hungry now

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my 4 happy carefree kids

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let’s get some cheese to take home

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and some cakes for teatime!

flower headgears from totnes market as souvenirs!

flower headwear from bohemian totnes as souvenirs!

Have a good weekend everyone, enjoy this sweet song in my mother tongue, from a great Malay drama!

run to you

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 My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me.

A father is neither an anchor to hold us back, nor a sail to take us there, he is a guiding light whose love show us the way.

My father didn’t tell me how to live, he lived, and let me watch him do it.

my late beloved father, at 17 going on 18 (photo taken on 14/2/1955, Malaya)

my only son, looking more like my father each day

my only son, looking more like my father each day

my father, my son

my father, my son

I miss my late father, very very much. I sometimes wonder is it because he is no longer with us, that I long for his presence? Or is it because I have some regrets deep within me, wishing for the hundredth time for the chance to tell/show him how much he meant to me? I first heard this beautiful melancholy song during my son’s school concert recently. I don’t know why, but my late father came to mind instantly. When I feel bogged down with the strains of life, I wish he was there to pick me up, like he always did. Mind you, my hubby does an excellent job in doing so these days, but the little girl in me still craves for her father. The very first man I ever loved, the one who taught me how to love in return. To love deeply with all my heart, no holds barred! Oh Papa, I miss you so very much!!! But I look at your only grandson now and I see you all over again, Praise be to God! I found some solace in my grieving heart, 13 years on…

EVEN IF YOU CANNOT HEAR MY VOICE, I’LL BE RIGHT BESIDE YOU DEAR

REST IN PEACE PAPA (1937 – 2001)

remembrance sunday

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Greetings everyone! It’s been a while since I last sat down to pen my thoughts. I’ve been a busy bee now that the new school year is in full swing; home educating my youngest two, ensuring my older two are on top of things at their secondary schools, running the household, carrying out my roles as wife and mother the best I can. The weather’s turned wintry here too, it gets dark before 5pm! But it’s not all dull and gloom here, Autumn’s full of events; Halloween, Bonfire Night (a big fireworks display expected where we are this weekend), followed by Remembrance Sunday on the 9th of November. This is the day when they remember those who have perished/suffered in the previous battles, those who have fought/died for their country. This is also a day to commemorate the services of all military personnel from past to present.

On that note I would like to share my son’s recent History school trip to the World War 1 sites, both in France and Belgium. History is my son’s favourite subject, war history in particular. He remembers all the facts by heart from a very young age. A coachful of them took the Eurotunnel Crossing to France and went directly to Ypres in Belgium. They visited both the German and British war cemeteries there. The following day they went to Somme in France to visit the WW1 Trench Museum, where they witnessed the real trenches and battlefields during the war. On the last day, they went into Ypres again to visit the famous Flanders Field Museum, after which they bought some souvenirs before heading back.

My son arrived home safely late that night, laden with Belgium chocolates for us. He only took an old simple camera with him, even the date hadn’t been corrected! Most of the pictures were not very clear, he didn’t mind, the memory of being there is what counts, he said. He felt sombre whilst he was out there, particularly when he saw the tombstones of many soldiers as young as he is. Millions of lives gone within days of the war, so terribly sad indeed. War is never good, there is no winner. I leave you with several images my son captured from his trip. Till next time, have a pleasant weekend…

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A memorial at Essex Farm, Flanders Field, been 100 years since the onset of WW1

Tyne Cot Allied war cemetery, the largest in the world

a tree that was shot at many times during WW1

a tree that was shot at many times during WW1

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Essex Farm Cemetery in Flanders Field

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A memorial at Tyne Cot cemetery

Langemarck German cemetery

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Trenches belonging to the Newfoundland regiment on the Somme

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Flanders field poem at Essex Farm dressing station, the site where it was written

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a crater on the Somme

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dressing station (hospital) at Essex Farm

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The view from Thiepval memorial

another trench on the Somme

Thiepval memorial, Somme

battlefield, now a meadow for grazing farm animals

The small tree on the right was the furthest point some 4000 Canadians got to before being killed

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Sombre mood at Tyne Cot Cemetery

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soldier as young as my son

some goodies for us!

some goodies for us!

v for vendetta

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Remember, remember, the 5th of November! There’ll be lots of fireworks tonight! It’s Guy Fawkes/Bonfire Night here in the UK, just thought I’d re-blog one of my very early posts about a movie relevant to this night. It wasn’t my cuppa tea at first, but it has haunted me for life ever since I watched it. A real food for thought. What are you waiting for? Go watch. Great for a cold November night. Something to spark up the gloomy weather which now befall us! 😉

greetings from england

Cover of "V for Vendetta (Widescreen Edit... Cover of V for Vendetta (Widescreen Edition)

I’ve never been interested in politically oriented movies before; always preferring romantic comedies, relationship or historical based dramas instead. Nor do I like violent or action packed thrillers very much, or anything which gives me the creeps. But I have an exception, in the form of this unforgettable 2005 British movie I watched recently, V for Vendetta. Below is the plot summary as quoted:

Set against the futuristic landscape of totalitarian Britain, V For Vendetta tells the story of a mild-mannered young woman named Evey who is rescued from a life-and-death situation by a masked vigilante known only as “V.” Incomparably charismatic and ferociously skilled in the art of combat and deception, V ignites a revolution when he detonates two London landmarks and takes over the government-controlled airwaves, urging his fellow citizens to rise up against tyranny and oppression. As Evey uncovers…

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