This was taken in 1973 when I was a wee fellow and had more hair. L to R. Christine, cousin Ann, her sister Emily, their Brother Harry, me, my sister Rose and my Brother Alan. This was just before Rose went off to UK to study nursing. She never completed it. If you look carefully you will see it taken in a wooden house. I grew up in an Attap house on stilts in a Kampong.
It been a while. Yes I know. I haven’t posted for a long time. You see its because of social media. What do I post and where? I even don’t post often to FB. You know that social media giant that keeps us glued to our phone and tablets and all our other devices.
We have had the Olympics 2016 and Australia seems to have done well. Yeah! But some amazing stories came out of the games. Like Singapore winning its 1st Gold medal in the 100M Butterfly by Joseph Schooling. Well done Joseph. FIJI winning the Rugby 7 a side. Great job guys and Australia winning the Modern Olympics Penthalon for womens. Wow! The triumphs that some achieved is amazing. I am sure there were many more. But all in all the Rio Games was a success.
Life now goes back to normal. What’s on for next week. Well lots. Maybe I’ll talk about that another day. God Bless you all.
There is just something that seems to capture my attention when I step out of our house each day. I often look to the sky for inspiration and to see if the day will turn out well. Call me suspicious but I believe we live our lives with an intended purpose that if often not known to us. Some call it Karma others fate. But nature tends to lay it out to us pretty simple. That is why I look to the sky. The clouds in this picture with the setting Moon just seem to say. All will be well. I will shine for you today and everyday. There is nothing to it more basic than that. Try not to read more into it. Life will flow as it should. It always does. Enjoy it! Live.
Mossyy in Oz.
Australia was once considered “the lucky country”. We sold dirt to every continent and received all the fancy household goods and nick knacks we could possibly desire. Those other nations never bothered us because we were too stupid to be a threat, and we kept dealing the lovely cheap dirt out like a donkey following a carrot. What happened to those fruitful years of plenty? What happened to the seemingly endless economic prosperity that fuelled our first world society? Well, like most failed civilisations, Australians and the Australians who ran Australia were particularly too stupid. You probably have all the crazy ideas and common sense to see why we are screwed as a nation but I want to alert you only to the tipping point toward our decline.
The point at which this country made a turn for the worse was simply when Pizza-Hut restaurants started closing their doors. You…
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“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.” – Helen Keller
Lately on Facebook many have been posting about Serangoon gardens. Serangoon garden is a place in Singapore where many “serani” or Eurasians lived. This brought back many wonderful memories of the place where I grew up. Our house was not exactly in Serangoon gardens but was actually in a part of Serangoon called Jansen Road. This was outside of the old Serangoon gardens area and was bordering Philips Avenue or what was called 5th mile in those days or Upper Serangoon and part of Serangoon gardens. We lived on a block of land that my dad bought for $5000 Singapore dollars for about 20000 sq feet of land. Hence it was a large block of land in that area. I remember it well as I spent many happy years playing with the kampung boys and girls, Malay, Indians and Eurasians alike. We had all kinds of fruit trees on it. Rambutan, Jambu, star fruit, mango, coconut, ubi kayu, sweet potato and lots more. Of course being a big and very fertile land a lot could grow on it. My mum planted over that time many vegetables and we had fresh food all the time. Quite different from today. As my mum lived orchids and the beauty of its flower, she had a sizeable garden filled with many varieties of orchids. If only she had known how much they would be in demand then she would have started selling them. Like my friend Eugene’s father in Bukit Timah.
They were golden memories as it was a time in Singapore during the British occupation and about 15 years after the 2nd world war. Of course I personally did not experience that war but my mum and dad did and so did much of their family. It proved to be a time of great trial for them. Which is why mum and dad went to no end to provide for us as best they could. I was the youngest of 4 and was called the pappus(baby) of the family or anak bungsu(youngest child). It just sounds better in Malay.
We lived in an “atap” house made on wood, planks exactly and floorboards. The house had a verandah in front. The word atap is a Malay word for a thatched roof made of coconut tree leaves. Many of the houses in Upper Serangoon were made of this thatched roof combination. The leaves would come in 5 ft lengths and about 1-2 ft wide. To ensure that there were no leaks when it rained, they were placed overlapping each other. Hence the rains just fell off the other. Imagine tiles of your roof today and how it’s laid. It was much the same process only it was atap.
It was of course a severe fire hazard, but when you are 5 or 6 your never thought of such things as that was the way of life. Live and let live. We used to shoot fireworks all the time from the verandah and garden into chettys garden. I spent many an hour waiting for my mother to come home after her hard days work at the hairdressing salon in orchard road. Yes my mum was a hairdresser and used to cut the hair of my cousins, friends and their friends and many others. In those days hairdressing was not what it is today. Big business. But the money was still good and it gave my mum an independence from my dads income. Dad was a public servant working for the immigration department and stamped passports as you came into Singapore. He loved to ride a motorbike and that was how he met mum oh so many years ago in katong,east coast. It must have been the thrill of the wind in her face that made mum fall in love with dad and his motorbike. As they say dia sudah tangkap perumpuan (he caught the girl).
Amazingly I too found the girl of my dreams in Katong whilst riding a motorbike. We spent many a happy day riding here and there. I just loved to have her close to me holding on tight as we rode. The feel of her closeness was warm and wonderful. I imagined that was how dad felt. Serangoon gardens was a wonderful place to grow up in. Places like chomp chomp was a favourite eating place. The church of St Francis Xavier up the hill along Chartwell drive was where we all made many friends and till this day it’s a place or us all to meet and our children’s children’s to meet and socialise. Many of us met our life’s partner there and I too found a few girl friends. It was a wonderful time. The young adults and choir which I belonged to were a great bunch of people and we spent many hours praying, enjoying each others company and just having a great time. Aww the days of old.
Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you are doing, you will be successful. ~ Herman Cain
Love is patient love is kind love knows no boundaries. It has no prejudice about who it hurts or who it heals. Often love can be so painful that the other person does not know that they have hurt someone. I do not exactly why but when you love someone and have loved that someone for many years you feel the pain. It’s not that we intentionally intend to hurt someone we from time to time just do. I suppose if love did not hurt it would fell like love at all. In a modern world we treat love as a tool. Something mechanical to use and get something from someone. To hurt. To harm. When you say I love you. What are you really saying? What are you really conveying, asking? No one is perfect. No one is immune to it. But love is a powerful medicine. It can heal and it can harm. It is love that keeps us sane. It is love that makes us whole. That makes us human, that makes us what we are. Who we are.