Friday, June 10, 2011

Cactus Wine, anyone?






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Macro Flower Saturday

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The Opuntia lindheimeri, more commonly known as the prickly pear cactus, is a great choice for making a succulent cactus wine. This cactus grows in abundance in the American southwest and blooms a reddish purple fruit in fall, which gives off a sweet, watermelon-like essence when peeled. The fruit is what the wine is made from in a traditional--but uniquely western--wine-making process.

Weekend reflection: I was banking on living for a long time yet.



In this photo taken in 1972, we were in lower 6, Tien Fen and I were actually seated next to each other. You see her, the pretty shoulder hair? and I the plain short hair.




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Last Thursday night, I thought I was fit as a fiddle and though I have lived past my half a century, I was banking for living for at least another quarter. Then I was in Emergency Dept for unexplained chest pains for half an hour. It was good to check it out, and I had ECGs, blood tests and Xrays. It turned out I was having a viral infection which after a week, is still causing me discomfort and reminding me to slow down.

Nothing prepared me from the news a friend just sent me. A mutual friend had died. All three of us started school on the same day, and Tien Fen was my class mate when we were in the last year of High School. I had not seen her for 38 years, and I not going to see her again.

Today's her funeral and I reflect on my own immortality. Tien Fen is not the first to pass on. In fact she's the 4th. I wonder what her eulogy will be like, and what mine will be like. In the mean time, I better live my life so that I will leave behind a legacy and my friends and acquaintance will sing, For she is a jolly good fellow.

Farewell my friend. You were the sweet classmate that we in form 6 regarded you as the bridge that spanned across the Arts students to the Science students.


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Heartfelt Condolences to Mrs Chiu's Family
Methodist College Kuala Lumpur
Offers Its Heartfelt Condolences

Mrs. Chiu (nee Luk Tien Fen)


Mrs. Chiu, a senior lecturer at Methodist College Kuala Lumpur, was called home to the Lord on 7 June 2011 after a short illness. She passed away at the University Hospital, Petaling Jaya at around 11.30pm surrounded by family members and friends.

Originally from Sibu, Sarawak, the late Mrs. Chiu served the College for over 26 years as an Economics lecturer. Her dedicated teaching and care for students reached beyond the classrooms. She was advisor to the Christian Fellowship group and served as Head of the Arts Department for many years. More recently, she was appointed as Head of Economics Panel.

Mrs. Chiu will be dearly missed and fondly remembered by the staff, former and present students as a loving and caring teacher, a friendly person with an easy smile and a loyal staff who has touched the lives of many students and colleagues. She has served the College well with her dedication and discipline.
Our prayers and heartfelt condolences go to Mr. Chiu Ching Siang, her loving son Ti Ming, family members and dear ones as they go through this difficult time.

The wake service will be held on the 8th and 9th June, 8.30pm at No. 5, Gui Yuan Funeral Parlour, Jalan 229, Kampung Tunku, Section 1, Petaling Jaya. The funeral service will be on Friday, 10 June at 10.00am at the same place.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Thursday Theme Song: The helicopter song





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And it's[G] Up like a bird and high [C] over the [G] city
"Three men are [Em] missing" I [C] heard the warder [D] cry
"Sure it [G] must have been a bird that [C] flew into the [D] prison
Or [C] one of those new Ministers" [D] said the [C] warder [D] from Mount[G]joy

Early one evening as the branchmen they were sleeping
A little helicopter flew in from the sky
Down into the yard where some prisoners were walking
"Get ready for inspection" said the warder in the ´Joy

Down in the yard through the pushing and the shoving
Three of the prisoners they climbed upon the bird
And up and away they went into the grey skies
"I think someone escaped" said the warder in the ´Joy

Over in the Dail they were drinking gin and brandy
The Minister for Justice was soaking up the sun
Then came this little message that some prisoners were escaping
"I think it´s three of the Provos" said the warder in the ´Joy

"Search every hole search every nook and cranny
Let no man rest until these men are found,
For this cannot happen to a law and order government."
"I think you´ll never find them said the warder in Mountjoy"

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Ruby Red/Rednesday/watery Wednesday: Ruby for keeps.





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Twenty one years ago, when I left the familiar New Zealand to a new country Singapore, Diane was one of the first ruby gems I picked up. It is her birthday today.

It's not only a lot of water has flowed under the bridge, but oceans of currents had physically divided us. But Diane's ruby had never lost it's shine. She was a comfort when I was still grieving.

We were not to know that sadly she and her daughter in law would join my infamous club of bereaved mum and grand mother.

Diane, happy birthday. You will always have a place in my heart.

These photos were taken on our way to your place. I didn't tell you, we took a wrong turn and met some very handsome man playing Aussie style of "hot curling." They even invited us to have a game with them. You can tell a story of Australia without the beach and water.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

macro saturaday flower/my photochallenge: pink flowers


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In Southeast Asia the flowers are used to colour food. In Malay cooking, an aqueous extract is used to colour glutinous rice for kuih ketan (also known as pulut tai tai in Peranakan/Nyonya cooking) and in nonya chang. In Thailand, a syrupy blue drink is made called nam dok anchan (น้ำดอกอัญชัน). In Burma the flowers are used as food, often they are dipped in batter and fried.

The flowers of this vine have the shape of human female pudenda, hence the Latin name of the genus "Clitoria", from "clitoris". (Synonyms: Clitoris principissae.)[3] "Ternatea", the name of the species, comes from Ternate, a location in Indonesia.[citation needed] In some languages (Tamil, Malayalam) it is named after the seashell, which is a euphemism for a woman's external sexual organs.[citation needed]

Owing to its similarity to a human body part, this plant has been ascribed properties affecting the same (a phenomenon also found in connection with the mandrake, among other plants). It was used traditionally to cure sexual ailments, like infertility and gonorrhea, to control menstrual discharge, and also as an aphrodisiac.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Diary of a Bereaved Mother

The local newspaper magazine did a feature article on me.
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This magazine comes free when you buy the New Zealand Herald, one of the biggest mainstream newspaper in the country.


Words of healing
Rebecca Blithe | 3rd June 2011


Ann Chin has published a book about the death of her infant son. Photo / Kellie Blizard
A mother's account of the death of her newborn son has been turned into a book in the hope it will help other mothers heal. Rebecca Blithe meets the author.

"The specialist said, 'You're going to have a normal baby'," says Ann Chin, as she sits with a pile of her recently published book, Diary of a Bereaved Mother.

But the days that followed the birth of her son, Andrew, proved anything but normal.

"Once I had my baby they realised he was dying," she says, of his diagnosis of Campomelic syndrome; a bone and cartilage condition resulting in short limbs and breathing problems because of a small chest capacity.

"They knew because of the scans, but they didn't investigate because it was a rare thing," she says, of the abnormalities. "When the baby was born, they resuscitated him. He was going to die that night. He survived for 55 days.

"One afternoon I was told he had died. He stopped breathing, he turned black, he was dead for half of the afternoon. Then he began breathing again." Describing that afternoon, the author seems lost for words. "You can't really give words, except that it was heart-wrenching, I was in a black tunnel."

During this period, Mrs Chin stayed in the nurses' home at National Women's Hospital, awaiting her baby's death, and writing.

"It was not only a diary for myself but I was writing letters to family in Australia and Singapore.

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I kept carbon copies," she says, adding her father had made his six children write daily compositions from a young age.

Twenty-one years later, after meeting other women who lost children, she decided to revisit her ordeal, in the hope of helping mothers cope and those close to them understand. "Six hundred babies a year die. That's more than the road toll. [Compared to the funding for road safety] there's just nothing provided for us."

Mrs Chin, who teaches English as a second language, says reliving the experience was difficult but cathartic.

"I took out all my old files. I read them and I cried. I sat at the computer and I cried. But after a while, I was okay. Then I finished the first draft on his anniversary."

She says the feedback so far has been positive, especially from those who have had similar experiences.

"One of the mothers [from a Stillborn and Newborn Death support group], she just cried. She said to have someone writing about it was really helpful. I've spoken to grandparents as well. People tell me, 'Now I understand'."

Her story also tells of her disappointment with some of the staff at the antenatal unit and the importance of cultural sensitivity. "We had two doctors who kept saying, 'This is his problem'," she says, of medical staff shifting the blame.

The book has been requested by one of Mrs Chin's doctors, who is now based at the University of Toronto, Canada, to assist with training and hospital management procedures.

Dr Simon Rowley is a consultant at Starship Children's Hospital who's been given a copy of the book.
"It is a good reminder to all health professionals that when our patients leave us, the story does not end for the parents. The detail is amazing, and every little thought and action seems to have been recorded as it happened, and then has been reflected upon.

"For parents undergoing similar experiences this book could be a great comfort. For health professionals, I would see it as essential reading."

Further reading

Diary of a Bereaved Mother is available for $25 at The Women's Bookstore, 105 Ponsonby Rd, or email Ann Chin: annkschin@yahoo.com

watery wednesday: boys at play




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My son and his cousins at play one hot summer day.