Saturday, 30 June 2007

Aisya: Happy 4th Birthday!


Dear Siti Aisya...

I found out today Aisya likes Mawi...She adores his voice, whether speaking or singing...

Ah-ha!

So if anyone knows Mawi personally, kindly pass the message on to him that this very special child would like to meet him...




Darling Aisya smiling...



Awww, check out the lovely smile...Isn't that the sweetest thing? It's about the first time I've ever seen Aisya smiling like that! Kak Pi has her story here...


Today, Kak Pi Bani and I popped over to Aisya's house to do an impromptu birthday somewhat-celebration for Aisya, who turns 4 tomorrow!

We did not tell the Shahidans we were going over to throw a little 'party' for Aisya; just told them we're coming over to pay them a visit...







Clockwise, from left: Kak Pi, En Shahidan with Aisya, Kak Yati, and Syazwan...



So, it happens that Kak Pi and I found ourselves in Jusco looking for a gift for Aisya...We thought of getting her a little toy which she could either cuddle, or amuse herself with...But we weren't really sure what kind of toy to get her...

In the end, we decided to get her some clothes, as it was the most practical thing...

Which brought us to our next problem: Size...

Because you see, Aisya, although turning 4, is very small (thin) for her age...She's however, tall...So if we bought clothes of the correct 'age', Aisya would drown in them, but the length would be right...If we bought one to fit her horizontally, she would look like she was trying to do a Madonna...

We finally got her 3 lovely long t-shirts, and bless our luck! We got the size right!

Anyway, we were thinking of getting a cake, but since Aisya can't eat or blow the candles out, and the rest aren't much cake people (Kak Pi doesn't fancy them, and I have to watch my food ;)), we thought we'd give it a miss altogether...



Guess who enjoyed himself the most?


My mum wanted to go too, but had work, so she sent her 'presence' in the form of chocolates for Syazwan, who calls her 'nenek' (His mum calls my mum Aunty)...

Kak Pi brought KFC along to Aisya's home (she insisted it be on her)...And the look of glee and delight on Syazwan's face was worth it all...Like I said before, it doesn't take much for us to remember Syazwan and make his day, but the smile on his face is priceless...


***



One big happy family...


The Shahidan's have been doing well thus far. They are slowly, but surely, getting back on their feet. Their little gerai outside their home (selling pizzas, dadih, and other light snacks) has been getting a small, but steady number of customers, and just today, they had a pretty big order for a party!


They again, expressed their thanks to everyone who came to their support and aid during their times of desperate need...

Just today, I brought over 4 post-dated cheques (written out to Aisya's dad) for Aisya's one-year supply of diapers, which Mr Andrew Chuah of Penang had posted to my care...On behalf of Aisya's parents, Thanks Andrew!

***

I for one, am very happy for how things have worked out for them...If there is one family who has been together through thick-and-thin worth mentioning, this is one such family...

It has been hard ground work (with a lot of on-hand support from Kak Pi...Thanks!), but it's worth it to see the whole family smiling, including the very special little Aisya...

*Sighs blissfully*

I will be sleeping extra well tonight...

Thursday, 28 June 2007

I Smell A Fish...



Ok, maybe I'm being paranoid...

But I just got back from class and read part of today's paper...

And I saw this headline: Pak Lah Thanks Media, on Page 4...



Photo from The Star


Forgive me, but I think there is something wrong, or rather sinister...

When I first saw the headline, I thought it was merely that: Pak Lah thanking the media, but as I read further and further, my cynical-juices are asking questions...

Why does it sound as if it was a ahem, gentle reminder to the press to cooperate with the government...Or else...?


Snippets of the article (quoted from Pak Lah):


"...media had been conscientious when reporting racially and religiously sensitive issues because it had an understanding with the Government on the greater need to protect the peace and stability the people enjoyed."...


"...complementary role was vital, added that the media had helped create a stable environment, boost patriotism and forge unity in the country especially during crises and problems."...


"...Government sought the media’s assistance in issues that might spark off racial and religious discord among the people."...


"Editors-in-chief and media owners decide what to play up or leave out. Perhaps they need to have a ‘internal’ guideline, a reminder to themselves, on what to highlight, spike or blow up"...


Oh-hoho!!!


"Sometimes, the media has anxiety in deciding what it should do but I believe they wonder how the Government, or specifically Pak Lah or the Internal Security Ministry, would react (to a news item)."...


"He also reminded the media that there were laws that governed them."...


Whether we use them depends on the situation. Even if we don’t use them, we leave it there. When we discipline our children we don’t throw away the cane even if we don’t use it but hang it up as a reminder to them,” Abdullah said..."...


Ah-ha!!!

For full report, click here


Am I being paranoid, or does this all sound like censorship?

Doesn't it?


And am I the only person, or does it seem very 'funny' that the 2007 Mass Media Conference is organised by the Internal Security Ministry, of which Pak Lah, as PM, is the Internal Security Minister?



I smell a fish...

Salmon anyone?



Update: MarinaM, I just found out while blog-hopping, has her take here...


Wednesday, 27 June 2007

Disproportionate Ah-Poh in a Cheongsam...



Hmmm...

Today's post isn't like my normal posts, I guess...

But I thought I'd go ahead and post and see what people think! So yes, I really appreciate any form of feedback guys!



Ok, so I looked like I've got a bad case of sunburn...



I have been hunting for a cheongsam for as long as I can remember, but for some reason, I have never found one...

Two particular reasons stand out vividly:

1) I look horribly old...

2) I don't have the ahem, proportions to carry out a cheongsam...



This is weird...

I have sarees, punjabi suits, and baju kurungs, but I don't have a cheongsam...And I am Chinese...

If all goes well, I will be leaving the country to further my studies at the end of next year, and I would really like to bring a nice cheongsam with me; one that I can proudly wear and say "Hey, I am Chinese and I'm from Malaysia!"...



But I have had no luck so far in finding one...

For some reason, Cheongsams make me look old, and with my braces *Smile*, it makes me look like a joke...



Cheongsams also require a great body to pull off well...Let's just say I'm not well-gifted in that department...*I've don't have Jennifer Lopez's butt!*...

I tried tailor-making one, but it turned out horrible...

So what do you guys think? Anyone have any suggestions on where to get a good one? Or does anyone have any idea what kind of design to get which will not scream old ah-poh? Or does anyone know a tailor that will flatter any kind of body/face/size?...



Cam-whoring: My friend Sandra and Me...



This picture my friend took was me messing around with some long Cheongsam in the dressing room of some shop in Queensbay Mall...

Unfortunately, Sandra and Justin both agree, I look like some old Widow in mourning...And yes, waay too long...


Help!


I could do with some fashion-advice here...

And someone, please tell me, why is it all Cheongsams in the teenage/young people department come in sizes so small, even my head can't go in? Come to think of it, most Cheongsams are just horribly small...

Hello? Some people (like me!) actually like to eat, you know?

Sheesh...

PS: Forgive the photos...Bad lighting and colour scheme and my friend's phone resolution didn't help...

Monday, 25 June 2007

Way to Go, Muhammad Haziq!



Picture from The Star


All I can say is: Way to go Haziq!!!


The boy in the picture above is 12-year-old Muhammad Haziq. Haziq was born a paraplegic. You can read The Star's story on Haziq here...

Now this is what I call determination, strong-will, and perseverance...


We see so many people begging on the streets even though they are not handicap...These beggers will resort to limping, setting their limbs into cement, and even pretending to be amputees...

All because they want to gain the sympathy of the public to earn money...Their skills could well be used in other places...After all, they are able-bodied!


And here we have a 12 year-old boy who has no qualms about his disability, and has even insisted to be placed in a 'normal' school....Haziq even plays football!

Imagine that! Football, where his face is almost at the same level as people's legs!


I first saw Haziq on TV3 a while back (can't remember which programme), and I was literally blown away...

I've worked with countless physically and/or mentally 'dis'abled (I use this term with the utmost respect and awe) children, but I've never seen one such as Haziq...

I think Haziq's parents deserve the credit for bringing up such a wonderful and spunky child...And indeed, Haziq's friends too deserve mention for standing by him, and helping him in ways they can...


You know how they always say that children naturally don't know how to discriminate; they only exhibit such behavious if exposed to it?

It's true, isn't it?


This story really gives me a good feeling for our 50th Merdeka Celebration...


And indeed, Haziq is someone we can all learn from...His spirit and resilience is very awe-inspiring, and I think we can learn a thing or two from this special little boy about not giving up...

At least, I know I can...


Tuesday, 19 June 2007

Update: Chee Keong: If Only I Could See The World Through Your Eyes...

Update: Dear All,

I think some of you think I am still a wreck, which I am not *Laughs*...Unlike a month ago, I have now come to terms with his death, and yes, I believe it is the best thing to ever happen to him...

And I am very sure he is now in peace...What else for such a special child? I share these little snippets of Chee Keong's life with all of you here, not because I still grieve for him...But I share these little snippets because I wish to share with all of you the little insights I was privilege enough to glimpse and learn from...

And really, the only part of my heart that is heavy, is the part that misses him...And I know I will always miss him, but I am happy...

***


In Loving Memory:-

Chua Chee Keong
17th August 2004-20th May 2007


What do those eyes see?



As I write today's post, my heart is a little heavy...

It is a little heavy, because tonight, exactly a month ago, my dear Chee Keong was admitted into the hospital for complication from measles, and tomorrow is exactly one month since he passed on...


But unlike a month ago, I am writing tonight's post with peace of mind...I am not the wreck I was a month ago; a wreck who trembled and sobbed uncontrollably...

I write tonight's post with the faith that dear Chee Keong is happy, and his spirit is very much with me...I write tonight's post with the faith that he is in a better place...

My heart is a little heavy, but only because I miss him...


In memory of his first-month anniversary, let me share this short story with you:-


The day that I carried Chee Keong down to wait for the Pajero to the home, I saw something...

Tired out from the packing and re-packing and then lugging things down, and carrying a baby at the same time, I sat down on the curb to take a quick breather...


Chee Keong was snoring as usual, but for some reason he woke up...


And among the first things he saw was...grass...

Ordinary, freshly mowed, grass...


It was just a glance of a few seconds...And then, he looked straight at me and said "Oooo...", with his finger in the air...

And it was that time that I looked at him, and I was momentarily dumbstruck...We always pitied him because of the pain he has to go through: physically, mentally, and emotionally...But really, who should be pitying who?


Because that day, as I looked into his eyes, I realised how much we had all grown...And how much, in the process of growing up, have we lost our inherent innocence...And how much we have forgotten to live...We have forgotten to look at the beauty of so many things, to just revel in nature's beauty...

I picked up a blade of grass, and put the tiny blade in between his crooked and stiff fingers...He lifted his arm, looked at the tiny blade of grass between his fingers, and he coo'ed again: "Oooo", and then he looked at me...


Here was a boy who had never really seen grass before...

He was discovering grass for the first time...


And he was telling me how beautiful it was...


My Darling Chee Keong, if only I could be blessed enough to look at the world through your eyes. If only I could see the grass as you see them, how much better this world will be...

In fact, if only the whole world could see the world through your eyes, and the eyes of all the special children in the world, then maybe, just maybe, this world would be a better place to live in...


Take care, my dear...

*Hugs*


Saturday, 16 June 2007

Happy Father's Day!...




Guess what?

Today is a very special day...

It's Father's Day!


And since I am at home, I can celebrate the special day with my Dada...

Ok, so sue me...I still call him Dada after so many years, and having supposedly ahem, 'grown' up...But like everyone says: "You will always be daddy's little girl"...





You know how all snowflakes are special and pretty? Well, my dad is one very special snowflake in my life, and I'm going to share a little about the man whom I call Dada...


My dad, to many people, is like a mouse...He's quiet, shy and to many people who don't know him, he comes across as proud, simply because he won't talk and talk and talk to you...But everyone who knows him knows he is simply very quiet...

But that is only in the outside world, because we all know how naughty and cheeky and how much of a joker he is at home...


When I was young, my dad was my 'rocker'...My mum didn't want me getting attached to the bouncing-net and/or buaian, so it was dad and mum's arms...

My mum used to tell me how much a terrible sleeper I was, and how my dad would spent hours every night walking up-and-down the stairs, singing and rocking, just to put me to sleep...Sometimes, it would be 4 am, and he would still be trudging up-and-down the stairs, just so his precious pie would sleep...

And he would take turns with my mum to read me a story every night...


He called (still does...sometimes) me 'Kechik-poot', which translated literally, means 'small fart'...


My dad is not much of a showy person, but mum will always insist I'm the apple of his eye *Grins smugly*...

He doesn't have to say anything, I know *Wink*...


Like when I'm sick, and he'd drive out in the rain and buy me my yoghurt drink...

Like when I was stuck in the hospital (blame those stupid tonsils; badly infected tonsils meant being hooked to the IV-fluids and antibiotics, and having to use the bathroom very often), and it was his turn to sit with me, and he would be standing anxiously outside the bathroom, knocking every few seconds and asking "Ok ar you?"...Unlike my mum, he obviously could not go in with me!


Like when I first pierced my ears (I was 10), and for two weeks after, my dear Dada would wash my newly-pierced holes *Girl, sit still...* with Dettol-soaked cotton buds every night before I went to bed...

Like when I ask him for something (like money ;)), and he'd say: "I don't know you", grin, then give me 5 cents...


Like when he saw me lugging home my laptop every week from Penang, and he whispered to my mum: "I'm buying her another laptop. That one is still too heavy"...It didn't matter that my laptop was new, and was much lighter than most versions...He still was thinking of getting me a lighter one still...

Like when I lug my laundry home to Ipoh for washing in the machine (I'm allergic to detergent), and he'd say: "Don't lug it home. It's so heavy. Just send to the dhobi. More expensive, but less difficult for you"...

Like when he promised he'd get me a particular camera, but procrastinated too long, and the camera went out of stock in Ipoh, and he called me in Penang to tell me he'd drive down to fulfill his promise and buy it from there...We later found out it was out of stock there too! Mum said: "You spoil her!"





*Scandalised: Who else lar will spoil me?*


Like when he would make a detour of more than 30 km's just so I could see my precious Chee Keong, and he'd take a nap in the car while I did my coo-ing...


The things I could actually talk about, is endless...After all, every day with my dad is special...





So Dada dear, Here's wishing you: Happy Father's Day, and I Lub You!...

To my dear Ah Kong, may you rest in peace, here's an earthly posthumous Father's Day greeting to you...


To Blogger Daddy's: Zorro, Rocky, U.Lee, Mat Salo, The Razzler, Stand-Up Philosopher fathers of the rest of the world, here's a Father's Day Greeting to you too!



Note: Wanted to post a picture of my dad and me, but I have no idea how to configure the scanner...And I know he'd refuse to do it for me when he finds out I'm scanning his face for the world to see ;)...


Thursday, 14 June 2007

3 Cheers for The FDA!



I read today's Google News with interest...


It seems after much debate and controversy surrounding the weight-loss Sanofi-Aventis drug Acomplia (Drug name: Rimonabant), now re-named Zimulti (for the American market), the FDA (Food and Drug Administration) has unanimously agreed to not approve the drug.

The drug's name change came about because the FDA thought the name was "potentially misleading to consumers".


Anyway, it seems the side effects of the drug far outweigh its benefits...

"I think that the reports of psychiatric adverse effects are too high and too serious" said Dominic Ciraulo, chairman of the department of psychiatry at Boston University and a member of the expert panel.

And to think they came "close to approving" it in early 2006...


You can read the rest of the news article here...


***


I suppose this doesn't really apply to me, seeing that I have no intention of taking weight-loss drugs...Although yes, point-taken, I could do with a few less pounds myself (Just 3 kg's more to go!)...

The thing is, weight-loss drugs are almost always made to help the severely obese, who either because of very poor eating habits, or from genetics/health problems, end up being severely overweight...

But, many of those who end-up ingesting the drugs, are not those who actually need it...

We have more and more people suffering from eating-disorders like Anorexia Nervosa and Bulimia (especially in America, the land of high-hopes), and alot of this stems from poor self-image, societal pressure, and indeed, way-too-many over-the-counter (OTC) weight-loss pills and supplements...

That is why I laud the FDA's strict decision to not approve more and more drugs for weight-loss simply because of the good it brings...I laud them weighing the good and the bad...

We don't need more people with eating disorders getting their hopes up that there is (another) solve-it-all cure, and then potentially suffering from depression and mental disorders because of that...


3 cheers for the FDA!!!



Note: Rimonabant is approved in about 30 countries around the world, including the United Kingdom...

Tuesday, 12 June 2007

Papers To The Heart...



"Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations"

~George Bernard Shaw~





"One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning"

~James Russell Lowell~


Sigh...

I was looking through my list of certificates and I just realised how many trees were felled because of them...

And while looking at all my certificates I really wondered if they meant anything.

After all, they are but a bunch of useless paper(s), with measly ink spots on them, and will probably turn yellow in a few more years because of chlorine in the air...

But as I look at each and every entree', I saw just how much I had grown, and the lessons I had learnt as a result.

Behind every certificate is the story of triumph, of victory, of learning to accept defeat, of teamwork, of loyalty, of fears overcome'd', of tears shed, of painstaking work, of lessons learnt, and of friends made...

I joined debate 7 years ago because I was afraid of the stage. 7 years down the road, I still fear the stage, but it is a fear fuelled by a little experience, and the knowledge that I have friends to back me up. My heart still hammers like crazy against my ribcage every time I have to present a speech, and I still have to have half an hour to panic before I get my mo-jo, but it is made all the easier because I don't care if I make a fool of myself anymore, so long as I fulfill what I stepped out to do.

I have done so many things in this short life, and as I looked at each certificate, I can almost replay the entire day(s) in my head. I sure thought this old-photographic-memory-camera ran out of film a long time ago, but I guess some moments will always remain hidden, but remembered...


50 years from now (If I am still around!), when my skin is so wrinkled it has formed world rivers, when my hair has lost its purpleness and is journeying down the road of gray, when unmentionable body parts have begun to droop, and when the memory-camera has just been exposed once too many, I will look back at these yellowing pieces of paper and I will revel in them.

I will revel in the knowledge that I have been through a lot, and that I have made something of myself, even if it is something very small. I will revel in the knowledge that I have made mistakes, but that I have learnt from them. I will revel in the knowledge that even if I failed, I tried my best. I will revel in the knowledge that I can be what I want to be if I set my heart to it.

These pieces of paper may not mean anything to anyone else, but they will mean the world to me.

Because behind every piece of paper, is the story of the journey of a girl into adulthood, and the story of how she became a better person...

Behind every piece of paper is the story of how a girl overcame the biggest adversity of all:- Herself...

But most important of all, they will mean the world to me because through them, I see a glimpse of the person that I might just one day become...

Friday, 8 June 2007

Mr Pony-Tail, You Made My Day!


Ok...

This is one weird post, but I thought I should share it, if for nothing, than to say "Thank You!"...

A few days back, a girl-friend and I were having lunch in Secret Recipe...

We were being our usual drama-queen selves, and were yakking about everything that had been going on for the past week or so...

As always, we were quite loud *Ahem*, and at one point of the conversation, my friend says: "Daphne Ling, I'd kill you if you tried"...


To which, the guy sitting at the table next-to-me suddenly turns to me and gives me a look...He was a well-dressed guy, somewhere in his early 30's, with a pony-tail down his back...Looked really decent, and I must admit, he did look good in his pony-tail...

Then he breaks the silence...



Him: "You the Daphne Ling who writes for The Star?"...

Me: "No, you got me confused...That's Daphne Lee"... *Flashes him a smile*

Him: "I know the difference between Daphne Lee and Daphne Ling"...*Laughs*

Me: "Oh, in that case, yes"...

Him: "I read about Baby *Adam, and I'm truly sorry for your loss. I know nothing I say will help, but I hope you're feeling better"...

Me: "Thank you, but you know, time really does help heal the pain a little...I guess it's the best thing for him"...*Couldn't really say much*

Him: "You know, I would really like to give you a hug to show you how sorry I am, but out of respect I won't"...

Me: "That's really very sweet of you, so thank you. I appreciate you coming to tell me"...

Him: "Well, I gotta get going. Take care."...

Me: "Thanks. You too"...

*Shakes hands*


***


He gets up, goes pays his bill, and waves goodbye...


My friend and I were quiet for a while, then we talked about *Chee Keong for a while, and then we waved for our bill...


Imagine our surprise when the waitress came to us and said: "The guy in the pony-tail paid your bill with the message 'The least I can do'..."...

Oh wow...My jaw dropped...

And to think I didn't even get a chance to get his name, and I feel like kicking myself because of this...


And the one thing that really struck me was your "I would really like to give you a hug...but out of respect I won't"...


So yes, Mr Pony-Tail-With-A-Big-Heart, here's a Thank You! for the very kind gesture. I truly appreciate it, and if you do read this for some reason, I would love to hear from you...

Cos, well, you made my day!


Note: *Adam and Chee Keong are the same person...

Wednesday, 6 June 2007

A Toast to the Happy Couple!



Photo courtesy of MalaysiaKini


I believe a toast to the happy couple is due!


To Pak Lah, Ms Jeanne (Danker) Abdullah:-

Selamat Pengantin Baru!





Haha! At the risk of sounding very gleeful and very much like a rumour-monger (ok lar, I'm a busybody ok?), I knew something was up when Pak Lah lit up and teased the press when they asked about him getting married a few months back...

And the way he hushed them with a "Just a rumour"...

Hey, I've never seen him so lively and excited before since he took office!

Heheheheeheehee *Hiccup*...

Wow...The first Malaysian Prime Minister to marry in office!

You know what? I think Pak Lah finally out-shone our Dear, Dear, Dear (hey, 22 years in office deserves many Dear's, ok?) Tun Dr Mahathir...

It's ok, Tun Dr M...We still love you! =)

Friday, 1 June 2007

I Have A Dream: For The Children Of The World...



Today is International Children's Day...


And I wish to dedicate a post to the most precious little jewels of our future, the little kids...

I too, have a dream...



CLEAN WATER AND SANITATION



I have a dream that in the future, there will be no more children who will have no clean water to drink...In many countries, children and adults still drink from wells, streams and water-holes, simply because they cannot afford to pay for clean water...With many still earning less then US$ 1 a day, clean water is but a dream...

In today's globalised and advanced world, 3,800 children still die every day from diseases associated with lack of access to safe drinking water, inadequate sanitation and poor hygiene (Source: UN World Water Development Report 2, 2006)




NO MORE HUNGER



I have a dream that in the future, no more child will have to beg for food, nor die of hunger...I dream that every child will have access to enough food and nutrition that will enable them to grow, to flourish and to be of service to the world...

Did you know that 3 years ago, in Lithuania, the country's yearly revenue was only about US$ 600 million, which has to pay for infrastructure, education, civil service, defense, security, immunizations, food, agriculture and everything else a country needs? The United States spends about US$ 1 Billion a year just to subsidise their farming enterprises...Is it fair that a country like Lithuania cannot afford to even feed their children?



IMMUNISATION FOR ALL



I have a dream that in the future, there will be no child who will die from easily-vaccinated childhood diseases...Do you know that to vaccinate a child against diptheria, measles, whooping cough, polio, tuberculosis and tetanus, it only costs US$17, which is less than RM 65? We can spend RM 65 for a pair of shoes, but these people cannot pay RM 65 to keep their children alive...Does that not sadden you?



HIV/AIDS: JUST BUT HISTORY



I have a dream that in the future, there will no longer be children (and adults) who will have to live a life plagued by HIV/AIDS...We can fight this epidemic...We need to fight it...And we can all start by not fearing people who live with HIV/AIDS...

We can start by putting a stop to ignorance...

To date, AIDS has taken the lives of 4.3 million children aged under the age of 15. There are also an estimated 1.4 million children aged under 15 throughout the world with AIDS and over 13 million children aged under 14 or younger who have been orphaned due to AIDS (Source: UNICEF).



EDUCATION FOR ALL



“Regard man as a mine rich in gems of inestimable value. Education can, alone, cause it to reveal its treasures, and enable mankind to benefit therefrom.”

~From the Baha'i Writings~


And when all those dreams have become a reality, I dream that in the future, all children will have access to education...Till today, more than 120 million children worldwide cannot afford to go to school...

The only way out of poverty and to a better life for both yourself and your future generation (Studies
show that each year of schooling increases a person’s earnings by a worldwide average of about
10 percent {Source: World Bank FAQ 2005}), is through education, and I have that dream for all the children of the world...



SPECIAL CHILDREN



And I have a dream that all special children will get their deserving place in society...I pray that these children will finally be seen as just that: Special...

Because they really are God's gift to mankind...

I believe that no matter how advanced and civilised we are, our greatness lies not in our progress or material wealth, but in how we treat, love and remember the most vulnerable members of our society...

And God gives special children to us because we need to be reminded of our human roots...

With this, I wish to pay special tribute to one very special child in my life, the late Chua Chee Keong, who passed away on the 20th of May, 3 months shy of his 3rd birthday...


***




I have a dream that children will run free and throw caution to the wind...I have a dream that children will not have to fear predators like rapists, paedophiles, kidnappers, pornographic-lords, abuse...



I dream that children will get to bring out the child in them through play, observation, experiment, love and care...I dream that children will get to be children without the 'prison walls' of school from too young an age (Come on! 3-years-old and already forced to learn ABC?!?)




I have a dream that children will learn how to care for another being, like an animal...Because if you can love a scrawny, dirty, smelly, disgusting little kitten found in the drain, you can love another human being...

I dream that children will learn how to love...




Most importantly, I dream that children will learn to love one another regardless of race, religion, creed, nationality and status, because then, we will have no war, and peace and unity will finally be a reality...